On the day his grandson was born, when they placed him in his arms
Grandpa instantly fell in love…immediately taken by his charms.
He walked over to the window…shielding his grandson from the winter chill…
“Do you believe in miracles?” He asked…”Someday…I hope you will.”
He was in his arms again his first Christmas when Grandpa smiled and paused….
“Do you believe in miracles?” he asked…then he spoke of Santa Claus…
About a man who but once a year to each house comes to call
bringing a message of love…of peace on Earth…and good will to us all.
On his first Easter Grandpa scooped him up…the day was bright and sunny
“Do you believe in miracles?” He asked, then he spoke of the Easter Bunny.
A giant but sweet bunny who hops over in a bonnet and blue jeans
to celebrate the end of winter and bring us jellybeans.
On the night he lost his first tooth, in the glow of his bedside light
Grandpa asked, “Do you believe in miracles?”
then spoke of a fairy who comes at night.
To rescue that tooth from under his pillow, leaving a little money in a pile
She combines that tooth with others she’s gathered…
to help people who have lost their smile.
On his wedding day, Grandpa gave him a hug…then gently tousled his hair
“Do you believe miracles he asked, then he spoke of the love two people share.”
“That there even is this feeling called love”, he said taking his hand in his….
“and that two people can share it…if that’s not a miracle…what is?”
“Do you believe in miracles?” Grandpa asked
it was his last day…he was old and ill.
“Grandpa!” his grandson whispered in his ear,
“Because of you…I always will.”
On the day his granddaughter was born, the grandson, now a Grandpa himself,
took his new granddaughter to the window sill
“Do you believe in miracles?” he asked…
”Someday…I hope you will.”
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