When Grandpa Looks At Grandma.

When Grandpa looks at Grandma,
Somehow he doesn't see
Her wrinkled brow, Her hair, white now,
Her aged serenity.
He doesn't see her falter,
When night it's darkness brings...
That she is slow, he'll never know,
Of any of those things.
When Grandpa looks at Grandma,
Somehow he doesn't hear
The broken tones, that now she owns,
Her voice seems firm and clear.
Her eyes that smile upon him,
Are faded blue and dim,
Through time has changed,
They have not changed,
They look the same to him.
When Grandpa looks at Grandma,
Forgetting she is old,
He sees his bride cling to his side,
With hair of shining gold,
He sees her in the splendor,
Of love that grows and grows ...
If she is gray and bent today,
Grandfather never knows!

Anne Campbell

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