A Poem For Our Grandbaby

Beautiful babies! There is never a dull moment around them. Even as they sleep, they are lessons in vigilance and love. The need to protect them brings along the realization of the need to be loved...


Those little pink pounds of flesh,
Fresh from the heavens above.
Sudden spurt of crib and creche,
And loads and loads of love.

They come with a cry,
Take over with a bang,
They wipe away sigh,
And every sonnet sang.

Demands from the first gasp,
They make to feed and change;
There's never an open clasp,
To sort life or even rearrange

They are answers to prayers,
And come to add meaning,
To babble and teddy bears,
And timely spring cleaning

The first turn, the first, "mum",
The first flip, the first crawl;
The first step, the first tantrum,
The first pet, the first brawl.

Suddenly, there is never a dull second.
Suddenly, there is sunshine all around.
Suddenly, there is parenting reckoned.
Suddenly, the need for practice ground.

They are our lessons in innocence.
They stand for all so pure and true.
Babies are the only quintessence,
Of the vast love that is within you.