My grandchild does not care
How I look or what I can not do .
When I greet him at the back door
In rumpled clothes and wind blown hair .
I never thought I could fall in love again ,
Until my grandchild was born .
I have been accused of spoiling
My grandchild .
I do not spoil .
I sooth when he is hurting
There is a difference .
I Love You All
By Brock
Smiley
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