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Jacob
by Mary Ellen SmithThis smiling boy,
happy baby
turning everyone's world into his own.
Paws like a big puppy.
What a big boy you will be.
Some day.
But for now
lay heady gramma's shoulder
and I will sing you a song. 07/08/2006 Author's Note: My grandson has turned eight months old. He smiles all the time...such a dear.
Posted on 07/08/2006
Copyright © 2025 Mary Ellen Smith
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 07/09/06 at 04:31 AM They are such a joy at that age. Spoil him and then send him home....Charlie |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 07/15/06 at 10:16 PM Written (spoken) in true "grammaese". Takes me back....and it's a pleasant trip! Thanks. G |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 08/03/06 at 03:25 PM Well of course he's perfect, he shares my son's name! ;-) Gotta love the Grandma in you! xoxo |
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