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