Poem: My grandson Alex

My grandson Alex

How do I describe my grandson Alex?

He is jumping and leaping

Crawling and creeping

Bounding and wriggling

Bouncing and jiggling

Skipping and hopping

Jumping and bopping.

Smiling and winking and dancing around

Grinning and twisting, both feet off the ground.

Laughing and giggling and yelling and more

Climbing and falling kerbang to the floor.

Rolling and turning and punching and kicking

Throwing and catching and dropping and picking.

Stepping and stomping and running and racing

All of the neighborhood pets he is chasing.

Pushing, pinching, bending, bucking, always on the go

Calling, singing, shouting, cheering, joy from head to toe.

My Grandson Alex is living proof for all the world to see

Perpetual motion does exist, especially when you are three.

By: Al Manning                                         

2/2/11