Thoughts of a Grandparent

We are so blessed
to have this grandchild,
one solely helpless
full of kisses and smiles.
Such tiny little fingers
and tiny little toes,
so sweet soft and cuddly
with a tiny little nose.
 Fussy murmurings,
happy and gay,
echo from the carriage
where baby does lay.
For one so helpless
who chuckles and coos,
It’s a wondrous thing
how the family they fuse.
Precious little baby
new to this world,
cuddly little dimple cheeks,
fairy tales and curls.
You cannot understand
how loved that you are,
nor the joy you have brought
to this family by far.