Oliver.


You mean so very much to me
I can't begin to tell.
For when you smile, or when you cry
My heart just starts to swell.

The days we spend together
are full of fun and glee.
Then when you laugh, your face lights up
And your joy is lovely to see.

Your need to love and be loved
Is so endearing it's true
And the light that shines out from your eyes.
It sparkles like the dew.

We can't be like this forever
Unless God changes the rules
But if he could, then you would be
my everlasting jewel.

So when I'm gone, and you grow on
Remember the times that we had
Remember I always loved you
And we were never sad.

Grandad.
© Ian Lumley

L

Lovely poem Ianovely I have 3 grandsons and 2 great grandsons and I love them all

Dear **Ian**: May Oliver thrive
and never be sad he's alive!
You seem very loving,
so pushing and shoving
can't hurt how he struggles to strive.

And isn't family great when you can do the nice bits and hand them back to mum and dad for the smelly crying bits

Steve lets go to the zoo, but I can't remember how to change smelly nappies Riggs.

You really have a way of tapping into your wonderful feelings of love for your grandchildren, Ian

It's such a gift that you have and a joy to read your words.

Thank you.

Best,
carol

That's a lovely poem for your grandson.,,, something to treausre.