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How I love him
By Josie
03 April 2007
How I love this man of mine!  (I can't keep my hands off him).



Long on will and short on skill –
Rampant feet, and voice so shrill,
    He’s a young man set apart –
    His cheeky grin just wins my heart.

He’s  tender sweet, with skin of peach –
With such eyes as his,  who needs speech?
    He throws his dinner on the floor
    And then loudly shouts and asks for more.

He sees a new world to explore –
And makes  off  to any open door.
    With will of iron, and outstretched hands
    He’s got his own determined plans.

Cupboard doors and drawers that slide –
He pulls them open with such pride.
   Things to bang and things to throw –
    He’s my baby grandson and I love him so.





Copyright 2007

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Written by Phil (6387 comments posted) 3rd April 2007
I hope your husband behaves a little better Josie! 
 
I'm hoping to have a break between bringing up mine and grandchildren. 
 
I think your poem shows all you wanted it to. Grandmas like to indulge their grandchildren much more than they did their own. Sadly, my kids have no surviving grandmothers, but we have fond memories and photographs. 
 
Nice piece. 
 
Phil. 
 

Written by Lizzy (781 comments posted) 3rd April 2007
I liked this. 
I got to 'He throws his dinner on the floor' before I realised it was a child. 
It made me smile and it's obviously full of love.
Finding Gravity
Written by Josie (2496 comments posted) 4th April 2007
I think my next poem should be called "Finding Gravity" for it seems that babies just love to play with gravity. To throw things onto the floor and then have a willing slave retrieve it is such a game. We forget the delight in finding all these things exist, so we spend all our time picking things up from the floor and putting them somewhere else. The problem is that dirty little hands want to wipe themselves on your clean clothes. ha ha. Thanks Phil - yes, Mike does behave a lot better than that, thank God. I hope you have to wait a while before becoming a grandparent Phil, but some parents don't seem to these days.

Written by obsidion (1 comments posted) 8th April 2007
:grin  
that was lovely, i even read it aloud to my husband and he also enjoyed it 
:)
Lovely
Written by meadowcroft1964 (80 comments posted) 2nd June 2008
Josie  
I think this is your best work really loved it I can't wait till we get grandchildren must confess at first I thought you'd married a toyboy.

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