There's nothing to compare
With the smile I wear
When my grandkids come to call
Love's in the air
And everywhere
When they call out 'hi grampa'
Though the noise is loud
I'm so proud
they love their grampa so
I feel so sad
when sometimes they're bad
and it's time for them to go
The fondness I feel
makes my heart stand still
with each departing kiss
But when they go home
and I'm all alone
the quiet becomes 'grampa's bliss'
Copyright ©2007 Clifford L Barnard