Granddaughter #1

 

Granddaughter Number One

I call her “little girl”, as she is the first one,

If you saw her pretty face, you would be undone,

She is sweet and loving, her kisses will melt your heart,

We knew she was a keeper right from the very start,

Soon to be one, she has learned and grown,

She can feed herself and stand up on her own,

She will walk very soon, just mark my words,

Then run and jump- changing so fast, it's absurd,

She is a chunky monkey; her arms and legs have rolls,

Her hair has beautiful curls, and she has a kindred soul,

Her eyes resemble George, and her face resembles me,

At least that’s what others say, so it is, apparently,

She smiles and babbles and squeals a loud and piercing scream,

But with a lovely disposition that one can only dream,

What a gift this child has been, truly from above,

She is the definition of unconditional love,

If I had to give her my advice,

It would be the same as I’ve already given twice,

Stay young at heart, never grow old,

Your relationship with Christ is more precious than gold.

Tammy Harvey

5/01/2024