The vary day I first saw
My grand daughter
I felt an describable
Unbelievable affection
I wonder why
I did not feel this
When twenty five years ago
I got my first child
My son and later
After six years
My lovely daughter
It was strange
I thought and thought
And I got
A reply
Perhaps I was too young
To have a matured
Feeling of being a father
And further
The attraction of young feelings
Was more prominent
Although not permanent
Now all the time
I think of my sweet
Grand daughter
And even a small cry
From her mouth
Wring my heart
Gives a pain
How can I explain
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