Lois And Luke

Two arms to wrap around them, A hand to wipe a tear, These little ones are part of me, Of that, it's pretty clear. Their faces light up when we meet, Raised up for me to kiss, And shining bright, four eyes of blue, Fill me with utter bliss. She chatters out her latest news, Pride written in her smile, He's only very little yet, But he knows how to beguile. I feel a joining of my soul With them, we have such fun, It's lovely to hear my name ring out, And one Granny's heart is won. © Ernestine Northover