They start out bundled up in a blanket,
Hold that head so carefully.
Before you know it, they’re throwing a ball
Or trying to climb a tree.
Nobody else can be so bright,
So strong, or full of fun.
Though each has his own special ways,
They all are loved as one.
Who else could get their grandma
Before the meal’s done to saddle the horse?
Leaving their moms and others
To serve the final course.
You’d think Grandpa raised them; his pride is so strong.
And, oh, how they’re missed when away.
Can’t believe how they grow, men before we know,
We thank God for each one every day.
©2010 Carol Morfitt