The treasure I seek

Can"t be found in the largest pyramid,
nor the deep end of the Sahara desert
or the dark end of the foerest.


My treasure can be found on 15th street.
His name is Justin Jr.,my grandson.
His pretty blond hair that glows
in the sun light,
his eyes that sparkle like marbles when he
smiles at me .


He is truly my traesure , my hero, my superstar.
He is the one who makes me feel like a kid again,
filling my life with happieness and joy.
I especially love the way he greets me at the
door smilling ear to ear ,with an high piched hi follwing after.

The time we spend together means the world to me .
We always seem to have fun even
on the rainny , gloomy days.
I love to take him to the park and
see him grow right before my eyes.

Seeing how everything is new to him makes
me want to show him every beautiful thing that
the world will soon offer him.

One of my favorite memories with Justin and me,
was just this summer, me and him at the beach
making sand castles,
even if he thought throwing sand was help.
The way his toe"s had sand on them.

They felt like corn meal and smell like ocean air
He was happy and so was I
As he gets older its sometimes feel crazy to see what
he learns even if it was not tought to him.

For example he loves football but im not to sure
how at 15 monthes he gets it,
he loves to yell touch down with his little
armes above his head.
He amazes me everyday.

I truly treasure our cartoon time together.
i love to see him dance at "YO GABBA GABBA"
and sing along with " DORA AND DIAGO".
As he learn a lesson with them

I love my grandson alot he means
everything to me, helping and reminding me about
the important things in life.
He has changed the meaning of " BABY SITTING"
and turned it into a joy.

Justin Jr. , my amazing grandson is my
true treasure..