Before I came I heard them say
That I was really grand.
Now what would make them think it so
From all across the land?
The day soon came, I entered in,
A cold and scary place;
But then they wrapped me nice and snug
And kissed my tiny face.
They oooed and ahhhed and carried on,
Until they made me blush!
I’m just a tiny baby boy…
All seem to want to touch.
What makes my grandma teary-eyed
Placing pictures on a shelf?
Just because it’s one of me
Walking all by myself.
I make the biggest messes,
That you have ever seen;
Get chocolate on the carpet,
And tear up magazines!
Yet grandma seems to love me.
I just don’t understand.
But sure am glad to have her,
‘Till I become a man.
So, what’s so grand ‘bout grandkids?
Guess someday I’ll understand.
For now, I’ll make my grandma smile,
Think I’ll let her hold my hand!
© 2006 Marie Williams
