Eye of the Beholder

The world is filled with babies And the parents who adore ‘em, Though unrelated bystanders Most often will ignore ‘em. For many aren’t near as cute As relatives believe. The filter that’s tied up with love Is easy to deceive. Some infants wear the faces They’ll parade in when they’re old And others, even dressed to kill, Are homely to behold. Since I became a nana It’s just natural to compare. I assure you, though, my grandkids Outshine everyone out there!