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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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