Sunday, February 05, 2017


A super birthday bowl you say
okay I'm game, how do you play?
Well first we need a special guy
to hoist that gleaming trophy high

someone funny, handsome and smart
that has an overflowing heart
and it's someone I've been lucky to call
my grandson, he's the best of them all.

A fraction of the love I feel
for him would be enough to heal
this world consumed with all that's fake
as the coliseum begins to shake.


Anonymous said...

Some things are more important. Nice poem

rch said...

He's such a good kid