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!