“Mommy, Daddy, Can I Go See Papa Wire?”

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My First Poem, to my Precious Little One.

My First Poem, To my First Grandchild, Thank You Lord.

Born February2025, Just A few more months to go.

Roll the Introduction Please

My Son called me a couple of days ago. He told me the Good News, that he and his wife are expecting. Great news for them. And for Wire-Editor Newman, I will be a grandpa. or: Papa Wire…

I did not even ask the sex of the baby. They will tell me when they are ready. Until then. I am so happy to be a GRANDPA.

Or even, Papa-Wire.

I will have so many stories to write. Until then I hope you enjoy my soon to be Grand Pa , Papa-Wires first poem, for My Little One.

Roll the Poem, Please:

Two days ago. My son called.

and he said dad,

we’re expecting a baby

that was the best news

I have heard lately.

I thought in my head.

Of this precious baby

All those thoughts. Begin to swirl.