Grandchild Poem by Jay P Narain

I waited for all my life, not in vain,
Now I have a grandchild, my life will be full of fun.
When I appreciate her lovely eyes and beautiful smile,
I forget all my wordly woes and I believe I will survive..

In my younger days, Grandparents seem to be people from past,
Telling us stories from the past, memories and recollection of the past,
I never thought I will grow that old and become the grandparent one day,
I never imagined how beautiful it would be to see myself in my grandchild's face.

'I appreciate the generational patterns that ripple out from our lives,
Like stone dropped in water, pulsating outwards even after we are gone,
Although we have but one childhood,
We relive it first thru our children's and then our grandchildren's eyes.'

Grandchildren are the dabs on the impressionist painting of my life,
The dabs which connect generations to generations,
Their colorful plays and words reflect the life's joy and exuberance,
Their smile is more precious than the famous Mona Lisa's smile.