My grandchild's like a butterfly,
a flitting vapour floating by,
or dragonflies that zip then zap,
like meerkat heads that never nap.

A handsome lad whose smile brings light,
graceful movements provoking sight-
of dancing jewels in raindrops' flight,
as water shines on a moonlit night.

His spirit pure as an angel's sigh,
or the soul-like pleas of a baby's cry.