Thursday, August 5, 2010
Clinton Patrick (My Grandson)
A son of the South (Well, do shut my mouth!)
So gently born and lovingly bred;
While through your bloodline a common thread
Links hopes for success of heart and head.
Gorgeous blue eyes (Hear the ladies' sighs!)
Reflecting beauty and honor bright;
Prisms of innocence, pale and light,
Beguiling masculine strength and might.
Oh!---what a smile! (Come 'ere honey chile'!)
Infectious in its daily display;
Laughter and frolic, always at play...
But ne'er far away from boyhood's fast fray.
Eire's patron saint (not weakly or faint)
Guards o'er your life through and through;
With mom and dad's love (and grandparents, too!),
May all of your dreams become true!
(C) 2001 Clint Ellison
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Love Clinton and love the poem! ♥♥♥
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