Over the span of many miles
On a cold, brisk day
A voice, happy and bright cries
"Mom, you have a grandchild"
Oh what joy, what happiness
A Grand child !! My first !!
Almost like an afterthought
"Son, was it a boy or a sweet miss?"
A girl with hair of brown and eyes of blue
With love in my heart, I cried
Thinking of the bundle of joy
My little baby, will I ever see you?
The time will swiftly fly by
Taking those "firsts" along the way
The weeks turn into months then years
Missing first smile, word, spill and cry
But low and behold the day will come
When grandma and grandchild come face to face
My little angel hides behind daddy's leg
Dear God, will she cry, hold back, show fear
Oh what beauty, Father, Mother each
Shining from this angel, looking so sweet
Eyes so huge, her whole soul gleams through
From bud-shaped mouth flows a speech
In my arms I'll swing her so high
I'll kiss her, and make her blush
Maybe not meaning, wanting to harm
I'll hug too tightly and make her cry
Dear God, as a grandmother, make me be
Gentle, stern, loving and ever so kind
To understand her parents wish and plea
A love for one another, not forced, but free