Sunday, December 25, 2011


At first he's a Power Ranger dressed in red
of course I'm the Bad Guy filled with dread
and just when I tell him "You've beaten me, stop!"
he says "I'm a froggie that goes hop hop hop."
so I playfully tell him that frogs like flies
then with a mischievious look in his eyes
he jumps around flicking his little pink tongue--
there's no cure for aging like time with the young.
At two he can grasp what took me years to learn
and I'm wondering how far this kid will go
when suddenly he's shooting me with a gun,
within him I see imagination burn
so brilliantly he can change the world we know
but for now, let's just have some old fashioned fun.


Shirley said...

Merry Christmas Gramps! :)

rch said...

right back at ya