Twenty-one years old!
He was such a cute baby
Blonde haired,
Blue eyed chub
Called me Mom
Called his Mom – well, Mom
Couldn’t tell us apart
Voices alike
She had the sustenance
I shared the nurture
Her baby boy
My grandboy
Twenty-one years ago
Now a man
By age and by law
Still my cute baby boy
Blonde haired
Blue eyed chub
Wisp of whiskers
Crooked grin
Towering over me
Calls me hobbit
Looks up to me
still
Unafraid to hug
and kiss me
Love me
in front of God
and everybody
firstborn grandboy
my one and only
Sean Patrick
Sean at 14 – on our trip to DC with his 8th grade history class. This was taken at “Awakening” near the Patomac River.
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So hard to believe my grandkiddos are getting so old and I am not . . . oh, all right, I’m getting older too. This week, VV challenged us to write 100 words on AGE. These are mine. Your turn.
I like to believe that as our babies get older, our aging slows down.
A lovely tribute to your ‘baby’ grandson.
Katie atBankerchick Scratchings
Sounds like a great relationship between you and your grandson!
Aw, so sweet! My children are both taller than me, and my grandchildren someday will probably call me “hobbit” too. 😛
This made me cry! I cant imagine how much I am going to love my grandbabies 20 years from now!
daaaaw mah BAAAAAAAAAAAABYYYYYYYYY
great pic and poem