Grandchildren
Grandchildren
Grandchildren are the reason
The sun shines so brightly
Each and every day --
They teach how to laugh
And to recognize joy
That comes our way --
They remind us of the reason
That we too were born --
They are our most precious thoughts
In the rising sun each morn --
They are the last thought we have
When moon-beams spread
Across the deep blue sky --
They are the right answer
Every time we ask of life
The question
Why…
They are sweet dreams
That come in the darkness
Of the night --
They are our greatest joy
And the sweetest memories
Even when they are out of sight --
When the day comes
That they are grandparents too
They will come to know
What they have brought
To me and you…©
September 7, 2007
Juanita Pittman-Brown
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