From A Baby To A Man
I wish you were still a baby
And oh so small .
I often miss my little smiley
My little big guy .
His ears are squeaky
And they will always be squeaky .
He filled my days
With pure delight
Especially at our nap time .
You change and grow
As the seasons come
Then quickly go .
God has a plan I know
To shape you into a man .
I will love you till my days
Are all done .
I am so grateful your my
Grandson
And now a man.
By Brock
No comments:
Post a Comment