Poetry

Your grandson is yours,

He is all in the family.

Born of your daughter.

That you can see. He cries,

plays,and laughs.

No one understands, some-

times, But Oh! My he’s

still your grandson,Peggy.

He eats very much. Oh! very

much.

Davonne, Is his name.

He will be a nice

brother to all mankind in

the world.

He’s your grandson and a

cousin to many.

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  • Devon on Sep 5, 2006

    I love the poem “Grandson” I am a grandmother too, your grandson sounds marvelous.

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