My second grandchild was born the next year....my very first grandson. I wrote this poem for him:
He opened his eyes
He wasn't quite sure
His life had changed
Could he endure?
He's tiny, he's cute too
But these people are who?
Oh no, can I turn back now?
It's noisy, its cold, holy cow.
Maybe if I'm quiet or cry or scream
They'll let me go back, it's only a dream
But I try them all to no avail
I'll just make heaven out of this hell
So here I am; Mom and Dad
Hope you are happy & not sad
Take a look at my smile today
Cause it'll be around, I decided to stay!
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