My Grandson Poem by Phil Soar

If I limited thoughts of his bright little face
My life would be dull and all over the place
Although his vocabulary has not yet begun
His face tells a story, my little grandson

His arms reach up and I'm starting to grin
Can loving so much be considered a sin?
It just drives your emotions to the point of explosion
We have so much to give, and it sparks our devotion

The days are so brightened by his every move
His talent to entertain will always improve
And his light shines so much on the darkest of days
He lifts up our spirits in so many ways

So my limitless thoughts of my grandson imply
That he shines like a beacon that brightens the sky