My first grandchild was a girl named Jade.
Who’s charm and beauty in my eyes will never fade.
As I gaze at her small face I see a part of me within.
And only hope she does not end up with my funny chin.
My senses tell me she will be a fine artist or writer.
Documenting life’s frustrations as a compassionate fighter.
As I watch I feel a pride, because she is so clever.
As I reach the prime of my life’s endeavors.
I see in her a little piece of my heart.
That I know she will apply to her art.
Late at night I pray as I go off to sleep.
That all of life’s promises she will reap.
As she grows, her life and destiny will unfold.
She will learn to love sunsets with all of their gold.
I’ll give her a gold ring so she will remember forever.
That Granddad thinks she is his greatest treasure.