The questions that I ask sometimes,
I really want to know.
Like why little legs can move so fast,
When mine have grown so slow.
Little hands can reach for mine,
As we try to cross the street.
And I try to watch for each new step,
From little tiny feet.
Some things I guess I already know,
And come as no surprise,
Why I am such a pushover,
For a pair of big blue eyes.
There are many questions still to come,
And answers to be sought.
There are lots of stories to be told,
And presents to be bought.
Some things aren’t really all that new,
I have known them from the start.
That a little smile on a little face,
Can melt a great big heart.
(c) 2016 Edward York
- Author: lasergraph ( Offline)
- Published: September 19th, 2017 11:25
- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by time spent with my grand daughter.
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments9
A fine write laser.
Thank you, very much appreciated.
That was a beautiful poem, laser, and a delight to read!
Thank you, glad you liked it.
"That a little smile on a little face,
Can melt a great big heart."
So sweet. Love it.
I just tell it like it is. It comes so easy when talking about her.
Edward, you speak from my heart! As a fellow grand-father I know exactly where you are coming from and where you are going. These little ones know how to play us like a harp! Great poem!
I feel like I have a nose ring being led around but wouldn't trade it for anything.
Been there , great write
Something remarkable about grand kids.
Thanks L. You have amazing talent!
Thank you, I appreciate that. This site is full of talent.
Little ones are a natural for tugging on the hearts of elders. Excellent write lasergraph. ; )
Children are remarkable creatures and they are our future.
Very lovely writing LG. Cute questions.
Children are naturally inquisitive. Sometimes they make US think.
Very good write,grandchildren are wonderful. The is a saying in the UK "If I had known that grandchildren could be so much fun I would have had them first!"
We have that saying in the US too and it has a ring of truth.
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