Grandmother Poem

My Child's Child

This poem describes some of the thoughts that go through a grandmother's mind as she holds her granddaughter for the first time.

My Childs Child

© Sherrie Collins
a journey in my mind today '
I watch the years fly, where is my little boy?
The pictures that tell a story how you grew so fast.
Once a little boy with trucks and slides
to fill your day.
A grown man now who changed his name.
A precious little flower,
a kiss from heaven was born today.
She'll call him Daddy, looking in her eyes,
his Reflection he will see.
Finally, he will understand the love I feel for him.
In an instant, his world will change forever.
His journey in life on a new path, one filled with
Crayons finger-paint and giggles.
Finding pleasure in everyday things, the world
Will look brand new.
I never thought I could love my little boy more
But on this day when he placed my grandchild in
My arms I swear I do.
I realize what a gift we received.
My child's child '
amazed as I kiss her soft cheek.
I will reach for my son's hand,
to offer encouragement and support.
Yesterday's memories tucked away in my heart.
Looking forward to what tomorrow will bring.
Amazed by the love I have for both of them.
A part of my soul he now passes to her.
The best father he wants to be.
A secret I whisper to him
A life filled with honesty and unconditional love'
That my son is the key.

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Published: Feb 2006

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  • My baby is 31 and expecting his first child (a girl and the first in our family of sons and grandsons), and so this poem brought tears to my heart as I wait for my granddaughter to enter the world.

    Susie Rivera, Houston, Texas Submitted Nov 2009
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  • I'm sending this poem to our son, who is in Iraq. He has only seen his daughter on Skype. I want him to know how much his father, and I love, and miss him. In addition, we our so very PROUD of him.

    Timothy Submitted May 2010
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