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The following poems were written by my brother... for his granddaughters. The first was "Melissa" who was 7 year old at the time... she's now "sweet sixteen". The second was Brianna, who was 2 years old at the time of her adoption. She is currently 7 years old, doing beautifully, and now has "her own" poem. There's still a third granddaughter, "Rosie", who was also very recently adopted... so my brother is going to have another poem to write! Beyond that bit of "background",
I think the poems speak for themselves. So special were they to me, that I gave them this very "Special Room" in the castle... And now, I'd like you to meet my brother.....
A Grandfather's Poem
for: Melissa
It was from the moment you entered my life,
So tiny and helpless and new...
That nothing would ever again be the same,
Only better; for now there was you.
How could I know as I looked at you then,
That old feelings would find a new start?
Or in time you'd remind me of memories long past,
Or how deeply you'd enter my heart?
Just watching you grow was a marvelous sight,
As you toddled and learned how to walk.
Then I watched in amazement as time slipped away,
And like magic, you started to talk.
The touch of your tiny hand clinging to mine,
Formed a bond that would last like no other.
Giving rise to the memories I'd long since forgotten
Of the same things I'd felt for your mother.
With a certain perception that grandfathers have,
I was always able to see,
The warm summer breezes and the scent of the rose,
That abounded when you were with me.
Just seeing the warmth of the light in your eyes,
And the billowy bounce of your curls,
Confirmed without question, that deep in my heart,
Was a soft spot for all little girls.
As time slipped away and you started school,
My adoration just grew...
For you learned all so quickly, each thing that you tried,
Learning much more than I ever knew.
So it was, that I marveled while watching you grow,
Perhaps one day to be a young wife.
Still, long I'll remember those earliest years,
When you lightened and brightened my life.
Though years bring upon us all manner of tune,
The sweetest of songs are unsung...
But these memories for all my tomorrows I'll keep,
For the warmth of their glow keeps me young.
No one can know all the love that I felt,
In the warmth of your tender embrace.
Or the fondest of memories kept with me still,
That the passage of time can't erase.
A grandfather's love is forever,
It is patient and caring and true...
And mellowed by sharing with three special girls...
You nanny... your mother... and you.
So I opened my heart, as I opened my arms,
Now whenever is whispered my name...
Know that I'm with you wherever you go...
And so thankful into them, you came.
(c)GKO~1991
A Grandfather's Poem
for: Brianna
I remember the first time I saw you,
So tiny and fragile and new.
With outstretched arms you came to me,
A bright little bundle of two.As I held you near, you consoled me,
With a pat of your hand on my back,
As if to say, it would be okay,
You were home and would never look back. Seeing you grow was a challenge,
In all that you did, day by day.
With barely a fear, an occasional tear,
You'd usually ignore all we'd say. But love was always around you,
From then you were never alone,
Which no doubt gave you the confidence,
To act with a mind all your own. I saw a mind so quick to learn,
A heart so slow to mend...
A face reflecting varied moods,
And a will that would not bend. But as the seasons unfolded,
I watched the days come and go...
And marveled at all that you mastered,
Took pleasure in watching you grow. With tender care and love to spare,
You mellowed as time slipped away.
With each passing year, you allayed our fear,
To be never more loved than today. Though not of my blood and not of my bone,
So special you were from the start.
Grown not from your mother in nature's way,
I watched as you grew in her heart. How fortunate now, that I have you,
My granddaughter always to be.
Creating the memories that time can't erase,
To carry forever with me. The blessing I've known have been endless,
And I count them each day anew.
I cannot imagine how empty they'd be,
If some hadn't been shared with you. Let time erase the echos past,
And troubles all take flight,
So lollipops and rainbows,
Can fill your dreams each night. Sharing your life, as grandfathers will,
And seeing your tiny eyes shine,
Still makes me wonder whose heart you hold most,
Your parents, or Nanny's or mine.
(c)GKO - 1999
Thanks,"Dody"... for sharing the "magic"
I always knew was in your heart! Love you!
"Baba"
Music playing: "Morning Glow"
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