When I first saw you, <br />tears filled my eyes. <br />With out a son of my own, <br />you filled my life with pride. <br />That little boy I picked up <br />to squeeze, <br />has turned into a man. <br />Only squeezing I get now <br />is when you shake my hand. <br />Some day you may marry, <br />have a family of your own. <br />If you have a son or grandson, <br />you'll know why I wrote this poem.<br /><br />L. C. Brown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grandsons/
