Oh, it hurts, when my grandchild falls off the bed,

Where did I miss my duty, how did I forget my responsibility?

My friends may laugh at my unusual bondage,

Because they don't know what emotional ties we have.

In my younger days, Grandparents seem to be people from past,

Telling us stories from the past, memories and recollection of the past,

I never thought I will grow that old and become the grandparent one day,

I never imagined how beautiful it would be to see myself in my grandchild's face.

"I appreciate the generational patterns that ripple out from our lives,

Like stone dropped in water, pulsating outwards even after we are gone,

Although we have but one childhood,

We relive it first thru our children's and then our grandchildren's eyes."

Grandchildren are the dabs on the impressionist painting of my life,

The dabs which connect generations to generations,

Their colorful plays and words reflect the life's joy and exuberance,

Their smile is more precious than the famous Mona Lisa's smile

Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it's stored

than to anything on which it's poured.”