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by Greg Barense
Sitting by my desk one quite night.
When suddenly I turned to my right.
Who should be quietly standing there.
But my grandson CJ without a care.
He came to visit his papa he said.
Which made me smile and shake my head.
Time stands still when He's around.
Makes my world heaven bound.
I always have time for the little guy.
If his feelings are hurt I almost cry.
We jibber and jabber and goof about.
I keep him so busy he can hardly pout.
When summer comes outdoors we go.
We check our birdcoops and look in the hole.
If a bird flies out by our ears.
We laugh so hard it almost bring tears.
We can't decide what shall we do?
Golf or slingshot or frisbee we stew.
He sees my croquet mallets on the wall.
Hey papa, let's play hammer ball!
We sit by the campfire so bright.
And tell stories that bring much fright.
We tell of lions and bears that eatporridge.
There's even stories of Monkey George.
Then there's wiffle balls and bats.
He hits homers but we don't keep stats.
Next we throw horseshoes at the pegs.
He stands close and throws between the legs.
Why papa, do you work each day?
Can't you stay home and play?
We can go out and have so much fun!
With rockets and our BB gun.
I get home Saturday after a golf round.
I dump my clubs and want to sit down.
But who do I see to make my day.
Hey papa, do you want to play?
I thought all new experience in life was gone.
Until my grandson came along.
Time spent with him is all worthwhile.
If Iddie today would be with a smile.
The End
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