My girls

I have a picture on my screen
It fills the page from side to side
But far more then that it seems
It fills my heart with love so wide.

How to describe what grandkids mean
How to measure the treasure they are
A picture that lights up the scene
Even as I bemoan they're so far

And the greatest nature of this gift?
We all who have grandkids share
The same secret, get the same lift
Ours are the cutest, special and rare.

I'll do you favor and not show you mine
If you will agree to keep your pictures hid
Since we know ours are stars that shine
We won't show you up with pix of our kid.

Now don't get me wrong
I still have great pride in my sons
I marvel at these men; they are stong
And I will always love them by tons

But when it comes to an image
That serves as my desktop
Amelia and Greta, also on the fridge
Win the coveted spot; so I'll stop