Fare of face this child of grace,
Dearest darling my little bubbles,
Curly ques blonde hair, and dimples,
Sweet innocence smile.
Me-maws soiled brat they say,
Oh coarse their right you know,
It's always been this way ya see,
Every sense I held this beautiful,
Most precious gift a wondrous,
Bundle my daughter handed unto me.
A living cupie doll this Shirley Temple,
Who's captured my heart and owns
My very soul.
When she cries I'm lost amongst
Her tears myself.
No price is to high to make her happy,
Or expensive bobble out of reach.
She shines as the sun rises and
I sometime wonder if this treasure
Realizes, what a dreams realization
To me that she represents.
Floating as to the stars above,
Blessing kindred of the light to heaven
Know spiritual union can equal our
Kisses to hugs, every night before bed,
Embracing me with warmth's ultimate love,
A grandma holding her grand child.
Dearest beloved know I'm never
Far from thee,
No miles separation distance can,
Sever our united ties that bind,
Forever I'll always be within your heart,
And you'll never lose your special place,
Home after all is where the heart is,
My love and so no matter what,
Happens your home with me always.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN