The beauty she holds
The freeness of her soul
She’s so innocent in her thoughts
With her face, a shiny bronze
She’s perfect, nowhere is she
flawed
Such a free spirit (her heart
of gold) she loves to be independent
Instead of doing what she’s told
She laughs and plays all day long with
no worries
And when it’s time for bed SHE reads
ME the story
The love I have for her is unexplainable
When I hold her in my arms my heart does the
unthinkable
A steady beat-a sort of rhythm
Her parents astonished when she chooses
me over them
I’m overwhelmed with joy
You should see the smile on my face when
she greets me at the door
She runs and leaps into my arms and tells me
she misses me
I whisper back, “I miss you more”
I can’t put into words what she means to
me
My sweet, sweet grandbaby
