Grandson

Grandson,

I dream of holding your 

sweet slumber in my arms.

Your hair wild,

your eyes luminous.

My finger laced

in yours.

My thoughts

 swept away,

unravel with hope and wonder.

You are a mystery,

I have yet to discover.

My heart beats

with anticipation.

Grandson,

I await

to greet you,

to look into your angelic eyes,

to touch your tender skin.

We have not met

but I love you

your footprints are

engraved on my heart.

Your breath,

your life,

a celebration

of adoration.

We have not met

but I love you.