For Lesa, Kari, Brad and Rusty
Sometimes as we grow older
And our childish whims disappear,
We find that our greatest treasure
Has been with us for many a year;
In a sweet little man with chewing gum
Planted carefully in each pocket -
To delight his special little loves
As they diligently seek to unlock it.
Sometimes our heart aches within us
With a yearning so deep that it pains
To tell "someone" how we love them...
And then tell them over again...
For a love thatís so deeply embedded
Is so hard to put into words -
And as soon as your heart has spoken
You wonder if "someone" really heard.
Grandy, itís no use to try it -
Yet my heart cannot but seek
To give you the praise and the honor -
Respect, youíve earned...and I keep
A special place in the deepest
Most meaningful part of my heart
Just for you..and the things you have taught me;
None else can eíer have that part.
....I can see my heavenly Father...
(He looks amazingly like you -)
With the purest white robe - (full of pockets!)
And His eyes are twinkling too...
As He says, "Search me and try me -
I have many blessings for you!"
Heís just like my precious Grandy -
His ways just as faithful and true!
...But for YOU...how could I understand Him?
Youíve given a picture so true
Of my Fatherís love and patience,
Of His bounteous blessings anew.
Most precious blessing of Heaven -
Sent by my Father above
Is my one and only "Grandy",
Who is full...of Godís kind of love!
Joan Clifton Costner