Ignoring the cracks in the glass,
He noticed a change from the past.
Although he was old,
He’d learned to be bold,
And wear a big smile that would last.

To bounce up and down on his knee,
His granddaughter shouted with glee.
She gave him a hug.
His arm held her snug,
And he was as glad as could be.

| The Lord did create in his grace
| What he could now see on his face.
Each day at the mirror,
His joy became clearer,
| Each crack a delight to embrace.

The wrinkles he paused to inspect
Were not anything to reject.
Above his round chin
He wore such a grin,
For these were love’s after effect.

© Frank Ball 2001