Eye of the Beholder

The world is filled with babies
And the parents who adore ‘em,
Though unrelated bystanders
Most often will ignore ‘em.

For many aren’t near as cute
As relatives believe.
The filter that’s tied up with love
Is easy to deceive.

Some infants wear the faces
They’ll parade in when they’re old
And others, even dressed to kill,
Are homely to behold.

Since I became a nana

It’s just natural to compare.
I assure you, though, my grandkids
Outshine everyone out there!