Rich As a King
Christmas comes early, the day has arrived.
I don’t need more presents; already have five.
We’re going to the grands for waffles and fruit,
spend time in their presence, so precious and cute.
The eldest, a bright one - that much is quite clear;
he loves to build things like a good engineer.
The next is a reader, devouring her books,
turning her pages in some quiet nook.
The middle one’s sweet and rough as they come;
she’ll give you a hug, poke your eye with her thumb.
The fourth is precocious, an inquisitive mind;
her world is an oyster with pearls there to find.
The last is the baby, but this kid is huge;
been walking for months, his words a deluge.
If asked, I respond that I don’t need a thing;
when you’re a grandparent, you’re rich as a king.
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