Grandchildren- by Ernestine Arnold

I guess my grandma a secret poem writer, my mom found this in her journal that she had written

Grandchildren

Each grandchild has a special way

Of warming my old heart

Their charm, their wit, their precious soul

Discerns them each apart

I look at one- I shake my head

He/She is like no other

Then turn and find the likes of him,

Reflected in his brother!

My life is full- I love the Lord

My Blessings daily flow

But still I find within my heart

A need to let them know

Just how i feel, in some small way

The love I have for them

Then I heard my Savior say

Your angels came from Him!

So on my knees I call each name

His blessing to bestow

The peace I felt thru Gods great love

I know they surely know!