Last weekend we had a visit from my son and daughter-in-law and grandson, Alex. As everyone says, there is something very special about a grandchild. As deep as love is with a child, there is a different kind of deep, deep love reserved for a grandchild. Of course I was brought back to those early days with my own children as I watched Alex’s parents care for him and sometimes question their response to his needs. We looked at old pictures, recalled special moments, and wallowed in the contentment of just being together. It was a wonderful weekend.
Come to me my little one,
I’ll count your fingers, caress your toes.
Hold you close to smell your sweetness,
Kiss your chubby cheeks and nose.
Let me hold you for a while,
We’ll sing some songs to coax a smile.
Greet morning smiles that bring delight
And gentle hugs that say good-night.
Listen to new sounds and voices,
Wonder about things brand new.
Look around and learn of treasure
In this house that you’ll love, too.
Through the day we gather moments.
Each laugh and coo and cry
Will be forever in our hearts,
When it’s time to say good-bye.