Child of my child, and heart of my heart
Whether together, or miles apart.
A grandmother’s love is what it implies
It’s grander each day, and just multiplies.
The warmth of her heart will never grow old
The gleam of her eye, more precious than gold.
Stars up in heaven could never outshine
This child of my child, now child of mine.
~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis
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I find that a poem can often express ten thousand words in just a few lines. As I sat for hours holding my second grandchild in my arms, it made me realize that the more children and grandchildren you have doesn’t divide your love, but rather multiplies your ability to love. There’s something very special about holding the child of your child. And, I look forward to living long enough to hold their children in my arms. Blessings are only multiplied as the years go by. My wandering thoughts inspired a poem to express how it feels to be a grandmother.
This has been a wonderful Christmas and holiday season. When I try to count my blessings, I realize that I can’t count that high.
Carole King’s song “Child of Mine” is the song that I chose for the mother/son dance at my son’s wedding. I softly sang it in his ear as we danced. And now, I softly sing it to my grandchildren when I cradle them in my arms.
Toni Andrukaitis 
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