They say the second-born is the lost son but, oh, you were found The original one! Looks, charm and talent

Shining Eyes Earnestly Big boy brain That memory! Sophisticated innocence

So sweet faced and So good natured So tenacious Little helper So well mannered

Trees swayed in shadow Outside Grandma’s window room swathed in burgundy velvet and silk

Oh, What Eyes so big and round with mascara all around those lashes seem

To My Second Granddaughter, On t… Sweet Baby Good girl Shy little one Baby girl

Oh, you were tiny we stayed with Daddy daily and mommy cried and worried they fed you with a tube the lights were turned upon you

We keep running into you more than they notice us pictures galore of you hung on my stove with love Little blond gentle one

Once there was a little girl born to one so lost who cherished her but was not there to tell her

When you were born you came to us for six months did we keep your sweet, new self a tiny boy

How’d you get so beautiful How’d you get so smart? How’d you win the lottery Within this grandma’s heart? How’d you look like Daddy

You Little Bugger I was nineteen almost going on four you were older than I

Where did we go wrong Wonderful, gentle son? Lost to me when you were young Charming, loving little one. Middle child

Baby I didn’t know you were lonely I didn’t know you were angry