For my Grandson (Hunter)

He knows he is growing,
So fast for it seems,

He is to soon growing out of
his shoes and his jeans.

Up he gets taller,ever faster
he runs.

Going over land now,
Running alone
in the Sun.

Eyes Blue as water
Like the Ocean or stream.

Blazing and Twinkling,
Still likes to Dream.

Of Goblins and Monsters,
then Heroes and Kings,

His interests are many
As he sometimes sings.

In between Childhood
And the Land Teens do Roam.

That little boy still snuggles
With his Grandma, alone.