Dear Great Grandson,

Little light of my life,

future hope, future joy:

As you toddle around

with that broad grin,

going from toy to toy,

you point and declare

“ball,” “book,” and “momma.”

Your energy captures us.

As you dance around

the room, we join you,

each doing a crazy foot

stomp. We tire first.

Your pace exhausts us,

and you quake and pout

at the word, “nap.”

You race off to hide

in the closet, keeping

the door open to see

us coming to envelop

you in our arms.

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