I guess I made a fool of me, the night I heard his cry
I jumped and screamed and made a scene, so very thrilled was I
Before he came my life was good, with countless blessings mine
But all else paled in contrast when I held my sweet Sunshine!
He brightens up my every day; his love is deep and true
He's good and kind and loving, very smart and funny too!
I pray that he will always be as sweet as he is today
And live a life that pleases God, whatever comes his way.
When grandchild number two was born, it was a great delight
He came upon us by surprise, that happy summer's night
How wonderful to hold him close this lovely baby boy
His coming overflowed my heart, and he became my Joy!
I love to see his smiling face when he comes through the door
His happy disposition makes me love him more and more
He talks to me with gentle voice, and sings a happy song
I pray the Lord will keep him safe throughout his whole life long.
Our third grandchild arrived on time, it was a blessed day,
With features dark and big bright eyes, he took my breath away
In gratitude I thanked the Lord for such a gift of love
A treasure to be cherished is my Precious from above!
He's like a jewel, a precious stone, that sparkles in the night
A special boy, the last of three, brings love and hope and light
I pray that God will always be the Guiding Force for him
And he will grow to love the Lord, my precious, precious gem.
My Precious, Joy and Sunshine, they mean the world to me!
They are the dearest, sweetest boys and I adore all three
I bring them all before my Lord and place them in his care
Oh may they all live happy lives and love God, is my prayer
When I am called away from them, to be with God above
I want all three grandsons to know I leave behind my Love
If they would like to make their Nana happy as can be
I hope they grow to make me proud, and with love, remember me.
By LInda Monkman (Nana) May 20, 2006
MIDDLE GROUND
When I first wrote for Cally's site
My motivation wasn't right
I 'fess that it was out of spite I put that verse together
It didn't take me very long
It seemed to flow out like a song
I think the meter was quite strong but substance it was lacking
My second off'ring made me cry'
(If you're a Nana, you'll know why)
So proud of grandsons three am I it just poured out of nowhere
Enough for now of sappy stuff
That sickly, sweet and gooey fluff
Such weepy, sad and rhymey guff - my third poem must be better
So now I am thinking there must be
A middle ground of thought for me
To please most readers is the key if I'm to be successful
I'm not yet sure what it will say
How long 'twill take, or when the day
But when I think it sounds okay I'll send it off to Cally.
.....by Linda Monkman
MINE
Where has the time gone? When did you grow so old? Where is my baby boy who now is three? I still remember the day you were gifted to me. I still remember the awe and joy
you brought with you. You are my laughter and happiness, my life and love. You have taught me to see everything for the first time again.
When you laugh, you are carefree. So much is new
and wonderful to you. Your eyes light up with mischief.
I want to keep you to myself, So I can see what you see,
So I can hear what you hear.
Where has the time gone? When did you grow so old? Where is my boy who now is three?
I still remember the first time you picked a flower for me. I still remember the first time you said you loved me. You are my everything, my all, my son.
Where has the time gone? When did you grow from baby to boy? Where is my baby who now
is one? I still remember the night you came into my world. I still remember how peaceful and perfect you were. You are my precious and joy, my beauty and freedom. You have taught me to stop and take a calming breath.
You smile with impish delight. You see if maybe this time
you'll make it. You glow when you've accomplished your
goal. I want to hold you forever, So I can be with you
always, So I can love you for always.
Where has the time gone? When did you grow from baby to boy? Where is my baby who now is one? I remember the first time you looked at me in recognition. I remember the first time you raised your arms and called to me. You are my heart, my soul, my son.
