Who seldom sees our faults,
Pulling smiles from the air?
Who overlooks grumpiness,
Making frowns disappear?
Who touches these old lives,
Reviving youthfulness?
Who fills our cups with joy,
Bringing us happiness?
Grandchildren.
They are a joy,
Vivacious,
Believing,
Loving,
Warm,
Caring,
Excitable,
Forgiving,
Easy to please.
They are precious
And so dear to me . . .

Grandchildren.

© Loyd C. Taylor
Grandchildren