To Caden
Daughter's son,
4 a.m.,
four days old,
upon my lap,
and happy.
He and me.
He looks around,
I look at him.
We both see magic.
And wonder.
His world is new.
I see new life,
my life extending.
We're lucky,
he and I.
He has loving parents.
I have righteous posterity.
He has great promise.
I do, too,
through him.
He increases me.
Especially my joy.
From Grandpa
James E. Kerns
17 August 1999