a dirty face, a frog in your pocket,
mud inside your shoes,
the twinkle in your eye,
the dimple in your cheeks,
the giggle from deep within,
and the mighty hugs you throw at me,
where do your thoughts go,
when you tilt your head,
and look through my being, with
the small crooked grin and the
twitch of your ear. are you dreaming
of adventures to far away places?
or dreaming up new tortures for your sister?
your laughter and quick bright wit,
amaze and amuse me,
but its your heart, your caring spirit
that shines through,
and makes me love you,
my beautiful grandson, Jonathan.