Granddaughter
Bouncy, bubbly little girl
With her head of golden curls.
So precious and sweet,
A real little treat.
A little bundle of light
Full of mischievous delight.
Eyes shining out of a pert little face,
Wearing a dress of satin and lace.
Wanting to run and play in the dirt,
Wishing for jeans and an old tee shirt.
Loving pink and girly things,
Gram’s high heels and shiny rings.
For a moment so polite and coy
Then running amok and being a tomboy.
Just like Gram when she was young,
Singing your own tune, to a song less sung.
©Elizabeth Melton Parsons