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Footsteps running here and there
Giggles,
whispers, mystery fare
Goblins hide, a bed is lair
With wondrous
creatures my house I share
Boo!, a voice behind the door
Bump and
thump, new sounds galore
Pleasures not for sale in stores
My youth,
grandchildren do ensure
Up and down, they jump on me
Sit so
sweetly on my knee
Kisses unexpectedly
Utter
frankness posed with glee
Why and how and when and please
Try to catch
them, each one flees
Precious moments, want to seize
Instant youth
is just a tease
On and on we’re pulled together
Young and
old, with love as tether
Matter not the kind of weather
Their sun will shine and bring me pleasure
Naïve ears are listening
Eyes are open
wide
I read to them words penned by me
It is my
source of pride
Little smiles pass between
The two, a
knowing dawns
No warning did I get of what
That knowing
ultimately spawns
Now and then a laugh or
A nervous
smirk belies
Understanding they are subjects
High drama
for their size
And when I’m done, a little voice
Enters my
purview
Grandpa, now it’s my turn to
Write a poem
just for you
Dillon
In Virginia state, in Newport News
The child of
Adrienne and Chris
Dillon lives and stretches mind
Winnie the
Pooh does tell me this
Amid the boxes and the rooms
A home he’s
sure to make
While waiting for his fathers coming
At sea, his
love did not forsake
He’s moved a lot from place to place
But one thing
known is steady
The love of mother close at hand
To soothe to
help is ready
Lovely smile, inquisitive mind
Takes apart
whatever
He can find to test his skill
At knowing if
he’s clever
On and on he goes and goes
No end of
energy coming
Sings and plays and dances too
Bedevils
while he’s humming
It’s wonderful to watch
A child, like flower blooming
Camouflaged as Superman
And around
the house goes zooming
What we see and what we get
Are not
always the same
Look beneath the noise and stuff
To see what
is the flame
That drives a mind inquisitive
To grow and
see the world
In ways we might not think of
New theories
become unfurled
The future’s yet to come that
This child
may make reality
Meantime he plays, imagined cast
Hides himself
within vitality
From times first start it has been thus
For children
and their parents
Controlling bright young offspring
Interpreting
new events
There’s nothing new in all this world
That hasn’t
happened before
But each new parent thinks, not true
They’re first
to have this chore
It all ends well though we have thought
Survival
isn’t possible
Love and caring do the job
Though we’re
sleepless and irascible
When looking back it seems to be
That
seriousness turns to mirth
Time will give a new perspective
To the
child’s internal worth
Noise and toys, trouble and woe
Introspection
rules it seems
No fear, you’ll do the right things
Polish this
diamond till it gleams
Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum
Marching Brian beats his drum
Giggle, shout, shake with laughter
Is that Lauren chasing after?
Run and jump, climb and fall
Play with toys, a bat or ball
Try on clothes, a dress, a hat
Wrap up Sabbath, silly cat
Climb a mountain (football chair)
Leap far out into the air
Here comes mom, run and hide
Under the blanket two do slide
‘Round the corners in a rush
Cheeks are rosy in a blush
Happy sounds are all around
Happy children here are found.
The other day my phone did ring
I wondered
who was calling
It was the Betz’s, I could hear
To make my
day enthralling
Called to wish me Happy Birthday
The chipmunks
from Long Island
Filled my heart with warmth and joy
By singing me
High Five hands
Lauren, Brian Mom and friend
A gleeful
sent cacophony
The sounds of love in shrill concert
Worth much
much more than money
While still my heart was filled with
Love of my
grandchildren
A card came to my office from…
A bear and
not a rare wren
Bringing with him hugs and kisses
And ideas
that he had pushed
All the way from Autumn Drive to
Tell me I’d
be smooshed
By all the love sent by my loved ones
From near and
from afar
I’m not afraid, I’ll smoosh right back
Our love will
light a star
So look each night from out your window
To see our
special light
And know I see it clear as well
And love you
through the night.
Once upon a time
On a street
named Autumn drive
Played two little children
Very much alive
Sister’s name was Lauren
And brother’s
Brian Betz
Two well behaved siblings
As good as
one expects
Lauren likes the telephone
Talks and
talks and talks
Brian loves his super cape
As around the
house he walks
Laughter always can be heard
In every nook
and cranny
Whether home with mom and dad
Or visiting
out with granny
Freckled faces, carrot tops
Each a joy to
know
Exuberance for life in them
Wherever they
might go
They’ll steal your heart as quick a wink
Given half a
chance
Irresistible twinkle in
Their eyes,
defiant stance
You simply want to eat them up
Embrace and hug and kiss
The time you spend is never enough
With angels
such as this
It’s hard to find a greater joy…
Than this
little girl and boy