Precious is to Word

Precious is to word as photo is to you,

I’ll be there behind you whatever you do.

So young are you now – just starting your life,

I hope I’m around when you’re mother and wife.

I’m Grandpa – or Poppie – as you gave me that name,

If I spoil you all rotter I’m not really to blame.

You turn the heads now as you pass through a crowd,

You’re a rainbow that shines behind a dark cloud.

You are part of me now and that always will be,

I’ll cherish this time as you sit on my knee.