Oh how he loves Hannah
It surely does show
From the top of her head
To her tee-niney toes
She'll sit on his lap
And won't she be glad
When he asks who she loves
She can say, "You Grandad!"
Then Hannah leans over
And gives me a kiss
But makes sure it's something
That Grandad won't miss
It's part of the game
To taunt and to tease him
But deep in her heart
she knows it to please him
Then Grandad looks wounded
"Don't waste kisses!" he'll shout
"Save 'em all up for me!"
Then he puffs up and pouts
So she giggles and gives him
A sweet sideways glance
Revealing the love
That makes his heart dance
And we round the table
Can just watch with wonder
'Cause their love is stronger
Than lightning or thunder
Written by Sara Fielder © 1996
