Do you like my poem to my granddaughter?

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froglady

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A Blessed Gift
You have your father's eyes
More mysterious than the skies.
With the beauty of a budding rose
You took your mother's button nose.

As I hold you in my arms
I notice your many charms.
As you drift off to sleep
I can't help but to weep.

You are so precious to touch
God knows I love you so much.
I pray for you growing up in a world so wild
Because you're a blessing- you are my grandchild.

written 9-18-1998
 
thats really touching.... i have 5 grandchildren myself.... my oldest granddaughter is a wild grandchild, little damian and leah, precious to touch, little lexie just doesn't yet talk much.... and i have my oldest grandson alex...and now i'm done.... :)
 
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