A grandson is love in blue, usually so
A bundle of happiness with face all aglow
A competitive boy with a tear streaked face
Crying because he has just lost a race.Then all of a sudden, no longer small
He's a handsome young man ever so tall.
A dreamer, a schemer no two days the same.
What is a grandson? It's more than a name.
He's a pleasure, a treasure, a comfort each day.
Loving and caring in his own special way.
He's a sense of contentment felt deep inside.
Bringing a lifetime of pleasure and pride.
