What a thing to be a grandparent,
A spring surprise in autumn hue.
Suddenly all the world is children
And all the dreams are new.
When all the failing sorrows
Have been soothed by childish cheer
And all the living magic
Can be rekindled within a tear
For a grandparent and a grandchild
Are native allies afterall.
One facing the springtime adventure,
The other the stormy fall.
To each life's schemes revealing
The blessings and the harms.
But what a gift to be a grandparent
Grandchildren rushing to our arms.