TO MN LITTLE GRANDSON, B.--1937 

Last summer out among the flowers, 
Each morning when the sun would shine, 
I walked along the garden path 
And held him close, this boy of mine. 

A tiny blue-eyed baby then 
And yet he learned to love the flowers, 
His little face pressed close to mine, 
Such sweet companionship was ours. 

Those tiny little hands of his 
That touched the leaves as we passed by, 
The little face so fair and sweet, 
Out there beneath the summer sky. 

This summer he came back again, 
A chubby little boy is he; 
He wears a sun suit, not a dress, 
And walks along the path with me. 

My little shadow, he's so close, 
I only need toreach a hand 
To touch a little sun-browned cheek, 
His bare feet standing in the sand. 

He's romping on the cool green grass 
Or just behind the lilacs there 
Or sitting near the flower beds, 
In fact, he seems most everywhere. 

Last year it seemed he'd never be 
So sweet and lovable as then, 
But even dearer than before 
I find this little boy again. 

My little grandson brings to me 
Sweet memories of those other days, 
His mother, just a baby girl, 
With just such cunning little ways. 

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