She's a Work of Art
She is not a prima ballerina at the age of three
but I stand and applaud when she dances for me.
Eloise, my granddaughter is such a lil sweetheart
I painted her image, but she's the real work of art.
When we spend the day together, we talk a lot
about her pink flamingo, puzzles and dot to dot.
We gasp as Captain Hook tries to catch Peter Pan
and sigh when Belle takes the Beast's giant hand.
Yesterday, we baked cookies with chocolate chips
after eating quesadillas and coloring baby doll lips.
We made pretty necklaces and painted pine cones
and face timed each other on make-believe phones.
It's much too quiet when she leaves; and a little sad
I reminded her Santa is watching, and not to be bad.
She smiled and said, "Nana, I'm on his good girl list."
Then, she took her Daddy's hand and blew me a kiss.
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