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Post by jacksonvillekid on Nov 27, 2007 12:50:42 GMT -5
I wrote this one for my grandbaby of course, Sapphire Rain Major, the newest love of my life. Grandchild Grandchild of mine, you've blown my mind, and made my spirits soar. When I saw you smile, there for awhile, I dreamed only of an encore. That twinkle in your eye, even when you cry, makes my heart explode. With love and pride, from deep down inside, it lightens my every load.
I'm an old man now, but you have somehow, given new life to my soul. I pray every night, that God makes me right, living my grandfather role. If I ever make you cry, no matter the reason why, forgive me for I am old. I'll shield you in the rain, wash away your pain, and warm you in the cold.
I'll spoil you bad if I wish, and overfill your dish, that's my God given right. I can't wait to see you walk, listen to you talk, and hug your grandpa tight. I'll tell you long stories, of all my past glories, and exaggerate them a bit. That's what grandpas do, for the love of you, and it will never ever quit.
Tiny little fingers and toes, perfect ears and nose, beauty beyond belief. Mostly I think your mind, is a rare thing to find, unspoiled from any grief. I'll try to keep it that way, every single day, the rest of my natural time. When this you read, know you're the seed, that gave my poem it's rhyme. Jody Willman
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