What lies beneath yon glance, my lad,
'Tis something good, or something bad?

Or can I in my adult mind,
Fathom at all the depths behind?

I know you, boy, my own grandchild,
Your heart is gold, your temper mild.

Ofttimes a boy, sometimes a man,
You've changed my life, I am your fan.

You've been my strength in stormy seas,
I've backed you when you needed me.

Full House, it seems, beats two of a kind,
So off you go on your own this time.

Child, keep the secrets in your stare,
But know your Grandma's always there.