Where they came from
Who they've become
They’ve failed and succeeded in the
Irregular rhythms of existence
And have helped and watched their
Children struggle and grow in a world
Far more complex than their own
But the new grandchild is a curious creation
A baby with a poker face
And to the grandparent the cards clutched
In the tiny fingers hold pure potential
At this moment the grandparent's life
For ill or good makes sense
And the future is secure