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My grandchild

Being a grandmother is a beautiful gift

I became a grandmother in January.

My son's 1st child.

Sadly I have yet to hold or meet my little grandson Rex.

The girlfriend has decided that no family can meet him.

My son has decided to agree.

I raised him better than this he was so close to us and especially me.

So sad so confused never thought it would turn out like this.

I don't know what he thinks I've never done to deserve this.

I don't know why he doesn't stand up and say this is not happening.

That baby deserves to know his family.

We accepted her into our family.

She's always had some issues but this is the final straw.

Time is flying by and that little boy is growing up without our love and our spoils.

I yearn to hold him

Tell him I love him have pictures taken of us too.

It's like I say you never know what's going to happen tomorrow.

I could die tomorrow then what would happen then how would they feel.

I pray that doesn't happen.

I also pray , I meet that little beautiful boy..

A grandmother's love is special and , I hope

, I get to share that with my beautiful grandson.

 

07/2024

© Jennifer L DeLong

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Jul 29, 2024
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Rex Emil Behr Macaulay ❤️❤️

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