The Newborn
I have a little grandson,He's just a little tyke,
All he does is eat and sleep,
What is there to like?
I like his ears, I like his nose,
I like his tiny little toes,
I like the way he moves his lips,
I like his tiny fingertips
I like his eyes, however posed,
But usually I find them closed.
I have a little grandson,
And why is he so fine?
Well, if I had to tell the truth -
It's just because he's mine.
By Nina, upon the birth of her first grandchild, 1995
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