Of our four grandchildren, Anna was first. <br />We were so happy we felt we might burst. <br />Pop was excited and took several snaps, <br />Film finished, discovered a memory lapse. <br />The camera was empty, no film did it hold, <br />Excusing his error by blaming the cold <br />Pop quickly went home and put matter right, <br />Soon had Anna focused and in the right light. <br />Snaps taken, hands shaken, all filled with mirth <br />Because of this dear little first grandchild's birth.<br /><br />Pam Brown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/24-7-86/
