My Granddaughter’s Three

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 (on this I don’t jest) is they are all nonconforming!

 What’s this you say, do they not obey?  Is this some kind of warning?

No, says I in my reply, it’s more like extended learning!

They each have their way, of brightening my day, with dancing, laughter, and discerning.

 Love you guys!