(Get your sick bags out)
GREAT GRANDKIDS
Each grinning sits astride...an old rheumatic knee
 a pair of exuberant saplings...aged just four rings and three
two new babes...born in the woods
impatiently broke from eager buds
off a sturdy family tree
roots mulched firm...bedded deep
fed by antecedents...in their everlasting sleep
 flourishing fixed...to a healthy mix 
of assorted ancestry

Untiring, unbridled, undaunted, unfearing,
wide-eyed, so cute, delightful, endearing
escaped to the sky...from the dappled dark clearing
dazzling arrays...of new things to be learning

Halting enquiries, launch life's learning curve
 curiosity heightens...hard wired verve

"Why was jack Horner sat in a corner
 with an enormous pie"?
"why was Mary quite contrary"?
 eyes demanding an instant reply.
He was looking for somewhere to put his thumb
maybe find and eat...a delicious plum
I return with a wearisome sigh

From small beginnings, we learn to fly
some find it a struggle...but succeed bye and bye
shy...meek...outgoing...mild
geeky...reserved...or outrageously wild
 Be patient...be gentle...think love is all 
 there's no growing wrong
only upward and strong
from pools of sweet memory...imbibed on recall.