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I want to tell you about three little girls
who rarely wear their hair in curls.

They see each other but a few times a year,
but when they do, non-stop chatter is all you'll hear.

They are eleven or twelve or fourteen by now
I was never good at dates, but anyhow...

These three little girls have stolen my heart
It could be outside my body, alone and apart.

They are bright eyed and beautiful, too
Telling each other secrets, as little girls often do.

I don't know how they've gotten so tall
It seems they were babies just last Fall.

A wonder and splendor they possess you see,
From their grandma's love, if you ask me.

I try to tell them of things that matter
Sometimes I think they believe I'm The Mad Hatter.

As girls do they laugh and giggle
Trying to discover why jello can jiggle.

Yes, they are growing up you see
Even the little one who used to hide from me.

Too soon they will be young women at last,
has the time really gone all that fast?

I can see them with children of their own
Their seeds of life within them sewn.

But before they get to be too big to be my fans,
I just want to say, "I love you and thanks", from Uncle Dan.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Date: 8/13/2015 2:35:00 PM
so much love filled in this poem, Luv Skat
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