FOR MY GRANDSON, MICK

On the day you were born
and I first gazed upon
your adoring, cherub face
my heart erupted with a joy untold
as I saw in you something
more precious than gold.

When you look up at me with your soft, dark eyes
so full of trust and curiosity
then tightly grab my finger
using your tiny hand
it floods my soul
with such a pure balm of love's wondrous sighs.

You are that gift of God
blessing in ripples of boundless happiness
which I have never known upon this sod.

On how you can charm
through innocence's irrepressible spell
touching everyone who sees you
by the magic of a toddler's needy grasp
producing feelings no words can truly tell.

For I shall ever truly wonder
on that morn you first came into the world
if it was you beginning life for all to see
or my own essence from what incredible pleasure
having thus been caused to dwell in me.