TO MY LITTLE GRANDSON, WAYNE--1938

We know him by his sunny smile, 
It seems to overflow with joy; 
He's such a happy little land, 
Our sweet and precious baby boy.

He lifts to me his chubby arms 
And love shines in his eyes, 
I hold him very close, the while 
Fond dreams are realized.

I called his mother my "Heartsease" 
It seems not long ago; 
Perhaps that's why she brings him here 
And likes to share him so.

A little rose grows near my door 
That's such a lot like him, 
The creamy pinkness of his cheeks, 
The softness of his skin.

And while I hold him in my arms, 
The past and future softly blend, 
My tiny grandson snuggles close; 
I dream and pray and plan again.

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