To See a Grandchild Shine

To watch and see a grandchild shine
In a performance is to feel
Like shouting, “Yes, that one is mine!”
Of course his talents do appeal.

It’s hard to be objective, but
We want our grandkids to do well.
Still, if they aren’t great, my gut
Would let me know. (Though, would I tell?)

Not everybody who performs
In sports or some way on the stage
Will rise up way about the norms
And with the audience engage

Except within subjective eyes,
Which always think that they’re the best.
The future, though, holds the surprise
Of who will leave the world impressed.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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Bayles Avatar
September 15, 2026 at 8:29 PM
Such nice rhyme, Ilene.
M  Avatar
September 15, 2026 at 3:43 AM
Hi Ilene...yesterday l sent you a comment and l thought it had sent...but theres no comment?I have been having a bit of trouble with comments since P.S updated the site! Anyway, l absolutely love this poem. I know that love, pride and "shine" and my granddaughter is only 2! Your poem flows and ryhmes beautifully and l think relates to most grandparents!! Debx
Bauer Avatar
September 15, 2026 at 11:59 AM
thank you, deb! i think most grandparents believe that their grandkids are special (and they are!), but i am still surprised to find myself so over the moon, and mine are 11 and 13l
Wolf Avatar
September 14, 2026 at 8:32 PM
Fascinating window into the mind of the grandmother. Only sunshine there!! And hopefully, always will be!
Bauer Avatar
September 15, 2026 at 12:01 PM
thank you, gershon! we have our first bar mitzvah coming up next month and try to imagine all the kvelling that will be coming from me then...
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