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                                                                                                                  Grandma's Collection of Stories and Poems

                                                                                                                        This is a story of a grandma’s love for her grandchild. The story started many long months before that child was born.   It began when Grandma found out that her new grand- baby would be joining her family. It was one of the happiest days in Grandma’s life! That night, Grandma dreamed of  what her grandchild would look like.

 

                                                                                                                                   Brown Eyes or Blue?

 

                                                                                                                       Baby boy with the dark brown eyes

             How much I love you could fill the skies

          Because you are a blessing that I recognize.

             Or will your eyes be the color of the sea

                                                                                                                        Blue as the sunny sky above me

               With a sparkle like a shiny gold key.

   Will your hair be as yellow as a daffodil in spring

       That calls to the honey bee with his small                                               painful sting

                                                                                                            Flying straight to the flower on his tiny little                                                 wings?

               Or will it be as black as the crow

   And shines in the sun with a bright diamond                                                      glow

       And will it be short or long as a rivers flow?

 

          Will you be a rough and tough little boy

        Or will you be gentle and sweet, a bit coy

    As I watch you play on the floor with your toy?

                                                                                                                Maybe a little bit of both would be good

      Because boys can be rowdy, yet act as they                                         should

  And make Mommy and Daddy happy when they                                           could.

 

         It does not matter, the color of your eyes

     For they will be beautiful filled with surprise

     At how much you are loved, because you are a                                               prize.

 

       It does not matter the color of your hair

          Or if it is as rough as a big grizzly bear

   Because we love it, and you, too, far beyond                                      compare.