Oh, What a joy, a grandchild makes,
As you look into that tiny face,
And see yourself as a child,
Especially, the part of you that's wild.

Fingerprints on the glass, or
Spills upon the floor.
No one cares anymore.
Oh, what a few years make you realize,
As you look into those wide eyes.

Grandparenting is best of all,
You can spoil, bug, run and play ball,
Only to return them to Mom and Dad,
Who wonders why, they are so bad?