I have a new grandson-
born on the fifth of may-
who is just about perfect
in nearly every way.
From the crown of his head
to the tip of his toes,
and back again to
his little button nose.
He has the full compliment
of everything he should-
ten fingers, ten toes-
and of course-
one of those.
He is a little towhead
with eyes of dark blue,
and every time I see him
he can manage something new.
He is my daughter’s son
so he jabbers all the time-
he even seems already
to enjoy a nursery rhyme.
Of course the meaning in the words
is not as yet found-
but he responds to the rhythm
and the rhyming sound.
Perhaps in future years
he too will write poetry-
but if he does-
I certainly hope-
he’ll be better than me.