Our grandchildren accept us for ourselves, without rebuke or effort to change us, as no one in our entire lives has ever done, not our parents, siblings, spouses, friends - and hardly ever our own grown children.
-- Ruth Goode
I open the door
and his face explodes
in a brimming Cheshire cat smile.
'I love you' I proclaim
with a tear in my voice
'Yes' he agrees with a nod.
I'll bet his heart is shaped like a valentine with seed pearls and lace spilling over into happiness...your short poem speaks volumes of love. Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing