My million dollar Grandson.
copied 23rd March, 2005.
He came to me – as blond as could be.
Twinkling eyes, - blue of the sea,
Aged three and three bits, – every bit a boy.
Ready to play with every kind of toy.
My million dollar Grandson.
We played with trains- he played with a car.
Jig saw pieces spread wide and far.
Story books in wild array.
My blue-eyed blond was happy at play.
Leaning Towers built at speed.
A dervish dance to mark the deed.
He twisted, turned, and rolled around.
Now jumping high, now carpet bound.
The sun went down-the moon was bright.
He played as if he would play all night.
From where I lay I decided to peep,
Gently smiling he was fast asleep.
My million dollar Grandson.
Hillie Feldman. copyright
Originally written 7th December 1985.
Specially for Tal.
With love. hillie
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