A Poem For My Grandchildren
My granddaughter’s three, mean as much to me, as the sunrise in the morning.
When they’re around, I cannot frown, they’re kind of habit-forming!
What I like best, and on this I don’t jest, is they are all nonconforming!
They each have their way, of brightening my day, with dancing, laughter, and discerning.
Love ya!
Poppi