He Is So Cute

WE rush to hospital, to the maternity ward : OUR first GRANDSON. The SON of MY SON, wrapped up in blue : HE is so CUTE. Pale blue eyes, a little pug nose, small but certainly HANDSOME. I lift HIM up, hold HIM in my arm, HE is so small; HE is so CUTE. I look LOVINGLY at HIS Grammy ; She is small, Therefore cute. I look into my GRANDSON‘S smiling Eyes , HE is so CUTE. I put my pinky in HIS hand and feel a squeeze; a SMALL SQUEEZE. IN HIS other hand : The first squeeze, I found was just a Tease. YOU have a very strong grip, MY Small, CUTE, Little MAN. WE have ourselves a Southpaw, a very strong LEFT hand. The sparkle in MY HeartBeats’ eyes, She lovingly holds HER Grandson. Amongst the stars in the Arizona SKY, gazing upon His face: wondering WHY? A NEW born: be they Boy or Girl is always born : SMALL and CUTE. In 15 years the CUTE is gone: the Small replaced BY tall. The CUTE replaced by Handsome, GRANDMA STILL Beautiful: BEAUTIFUL! Dedicated TO " MATT "