I have several friends who have recently become grandparents, either again or for the first time. I wrote this poem when my grandchildren were very small. I wrote it with a heart so full of love it almost refused to lend itself to words. Finally, one phrase came into my mind, “aching loveliness.” I realized that those two words captured the ‘loving so much it hurts’ feeling of being a grandparent. Finally I was able to put words to what my heart was feeling. So to my friends, those I have met and those I have not yet met, this is for you. Love them with abandon, love them now because tomorrow they will be grown. Thank you Lord, for giving me the gifts of my beautiful, smart, awesome grandchildren.
God bless you my friends, and God bless grandchildren!Have you ever been a grandma? If you have you know it’s true There’s nothing quite as wondrous as a grandchild…or two Little girls with curly locks and eyes that sparkle blue Or hair as straight as it can be and brown eyes soft and true Or little boys that wriggle, never still except in sleep “What makes things tick,” they want to know “What makes the bull frogs leap?” I’ve tried to quantify with words the stirrings deep within When I think about those precious babes, but words simply can’t begin To describe the aching loveliness of a grandchild’s warm embrace Or the “I’m so glad to see you!” etched in a tiny face To hear their silver laughter is to hear the angels sing And to watch them while they’re sleeping is pure joy on heaven’s wing In this world where satisfaction is as fleeting as a day And peace of mind eludes us, leaving stress that seems to stay I believe I’ve found an answer to the stress and all its harms It’s more old fashioned rocking chairs, with grand babes in our arms © Sharon E. Coleman 2014
Right on! Precious and so true. Thank you for sharing. Your gift of writing always touches my heart. Praise God! Thank you Sharon.
Yes! So well said! Love it!
So love the poem—–the picture is so wonderful too! ♥♥