Baby Dean
Baby Dean
By Franklin Price
02/18/2022
Last night around ten-thirty
I heard my silent cell phone play
I was wakened from my slumber
It was about to make my day
The call was New Mom Bella
And the picture on the screen
Put a smile upon this Pop Pop's Face
There was Great Grand baby Dean
His tiny face, made my heart race.
His head was warmly capped
His cheeks were new born rosy
Bella held him as he napped
What a joy it was to see him
Barb, I know you saw him too
I felt you looking o'er my shoulder
That's what I knew that you would do
They were home and in the great room
Such a place of cherished care
Could see your presence was there with them
Could see your love was in the air
The phone was panned around the room
Daddy Dalton smiling proud
Grandma and grandpa Perry
Were also beaming in the crowd
There on display a family
Three generations on the scene
That had gathered there to welcome,
The youngest, new born, baby Dean
I was glad to be included
Through the wonders of the cell
To see results of Cupid's arrow
Not the one of William Tell
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