In "A Grandma's Loves," a grandmother sits with the two people she loves most and holds them both. One is a baby: soft, warm, wriggling, full of laughter, with a tiny hand wrapped in hers. The other is a tall, strong man whose skin has wrinkled with age. The poem seems to be about her grandchild and her husband, though it never says so directly, so that part is an inference from the title and details.
The speaker feels grateful and content. She doesn't rank her loves. Each gives her something different, and each needs something from her too. The baby is "new wonder," while the older love is "fine aged wine," a comparison that treats age as something that deepens and improves. The mood is tender and quiet, with a sense of fullness. Short, simple lines keep the tone gentle and conversational, as if she's just telling us how her day felt.