The Grandson

It started with his dad, you see; Those many years ago. At first there was just gramps and she, But then he joined the show. Raising him into a man Was something to behold. Many days it seemed the Only thing they did was scold. But yet there were those other times, When what they felt was pride. To glimpse the man he would become: What made him up inside. And now there is his little son; Their grandchild much adored. God's guarantee that as they age, They never will be bored. He is the apple of their eye, Who fell close to the tree. They see the promise in him now, The world will someday see. A little boy who's growing up To run and laugh and play. Mischievous, loving, happy child, Who changes with each day. His dad was their first blessing, And now for goodness sake; Their proud to have a grandson Who's just frosting on the cake. © 2015 Diane Lefebvre