It Sounds Good

Written by: Owen Yeates

It sounds good coming from our granddaughter
Grown up words she does not slaughter 
This is what they mean to me
In an acrostic form of poetry


T rying hard to grow so fast
E nrichining each moment that goes past
C atching the gaze of boys who drool
H appy in knowing she is so cool
N ever behind the clothing trend
I mpeccably dressed she can transcend
C osmestics now her latest phase
A lluring, her looks do amaze
L aughing  with a winning smile
L ovely eyes that could beguile
Y et an innocent young child

P erhaps through school days’ time will show
H ow fast this young lady may grow
Y ielding to the work and tests
S itting sometimes taking rests
I n order to see all around
C leverly her brain will bound
A chieving all she can possibly reach 
L ater relaxing on a beach
L oving the days of school for they say
Y es the best days of your life have soon gone away

E xpectations we will have for sure
M aybe she will reach them and endure
O r just in case ours are too high
T hen set her own to reach the sky
I n order that she will one day
O btain a job with exorbitant pay
N ot sit around and waste her time
A s that would be a dreadful crime
L astly remember she is still a child
L earning her way in a world defiled
Y earning only to find  herself

These are just three of the grown up words she will say
A child growing up who should take time for play
Use her brain to achieve the best she can be
It matters very much to me, for I love my granddaughter you see