How I feel about the grandson I have never seen in person. He lives in Japan.
I love my baby grandson, Ricky.
He’s such a cute little fellow to me.
He lives so far away in Japan,
A strange country across the sea.
He’s growing up at alarming rate.
He’s very nearly a year and a half.
When he toddles around he looks so sweet,
And he always makes me laugh.
He’s a child of the modern world.
Quite a technophobe he’s become.
His fingers tap expertly on the laptop,
And he’s always making calls on the phone.
One morning he woke his dad up.
Sitting with the phone on Dad’s chest.
He had redialled one of his colleagues at work
Who was chairing a board meeting, no less.
His father was not very amused
At being told off and woken from sleep.
He scolded the little rascal quite firmly
And planted him back on his feet.
But something had caught Ricky’s eye.
A camera lay close by on the table.
He opened it up and before anyone knew.
He’d taken all the photos he was able.
There were chair legs, rugs and a cup.
And half a shoe with a chewed up lace.
Then he turned the camera on himself.
And dropped it as it flashed in his face.
His dad took him to the shopping centre
A fire extinguisher with a loop he did spot
He thought it was fun to visit each one
And pull to see if they’d come out or not
He’s ever such a funny little character,
Who grows increasingly more enthusiastic.
I just wish I could see him in person
But for now the internet is fantastic.
Nice one, Christine. 
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