To my 3 year old Grandson Jorgen William Eggebroten,
Another little boy
Has come into our lives.
To watch him growing up
Gives us real delight.
A bundle of energy
He brings into our day.
With a torrent flood of words
To accompany his play.
He chases his big brother,
Both roaring with delight,
Tumbling and wrestling,
As they pretend to fight.
A delight it really is
To have another little boy.
May he in years ahead
Always bring us joy.
(J. William Newcomer © May 7, 2010. All rights reserved.)
Friday, May 7, 2010
Grandpa’s Little Boy
To my 1 and a half-year-old Grandson Tyrel Albert Eggebroten.
I finally got my little boy
I’d waited for so long.
With curly hair and happy face,
And in his heart a song.
So much he tries to tell us.
So much he has to do.
So lively and so pert
Is the smile he gives to you.
I finally got my little boy,
And thankful I will be.
My heart is filled with joy
For the boy God gave to me.
(J. William Newcomer © February 11, 2003. All rights reserved.)
I finally got my little boy
I’d waited for so long.
With curly hair and happy face,
And in his heart a song.
So much he tries to tell us.
So much he has to do.
So lively and so pert
Is the smile he gives to you.
I finally got my little boy,
And thankful I will be.
My heart is filled with joy
For the boy God gave to me.
(J. William Newcomer © February 11, 2003. All rights reserved.)
Grandpa’s little Girl
To my 3-year-old Granddaughter Shauna Rose Eggebroten.
What are you thinking little girl?
In your little mind,
Behind those green-gray eyes,
Seeing the world so differently then I.
What pictures do you see?
And sounds do you hear?
So flooding your mind…
You put up walls, closing doors
To the deluge from outside …
Do you know we love you?
Can you cipher what we say?
Are there things you want to tell us,
But somehow you can’t explain?
We love you little girl.
In our lives you have a part.
Whatever comes your way,
You’re always in our heart.
(J. William Newcomer © February 11, 2003. All rights reserved.)
What are you thinking little girl?
In your little mind,
Behind those green-gray eyes,
Seeing the world so differently then I.
What pictures do you see?
And sounds do you hear?
So flooding your mind…
You put up walls, closing doors
To the deluge from outside …
Do you know we love you?
Can you cipher what we say?
Are there things you want to tell us,
But somehow you can’t explain?
We love you little girl.
In our lives you have a part.
Whatever comes your way,
You’re always in our heart.
(J. William Newcomer © February 11, 2003. All rights reserved.)
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