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