My Grand-Daughter
"Ma, Ma" she gently calls,
Beautiful music to my ears,
"I love you Gramma!"
Then plants a kiss upon my cheek.
My first grandchild,
A precious gift from above,
Full with vibrant energy,
A delight to watch each day.
I am convinced at three,
She could become an acrobat,
She bounces on my bed,
And climbs upon the bed's head.
Her imagination is captivating,
as she drives her laundry basket car,
And plays with pots and pans,
No, store-bought toy could suffice.
She has the brightest smile ever,
And is one curious little thing,
That's my grand-daughter you see,
She means the world to me.
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