Dedicated to...Guess who?
Always in a hurry
Many places left to go
Busy little lady
Her big smile...it always shows
And I sit and watch her grow
If you measure her by weight alone
It won't add up to much, she's a brown haired
little dynamo with a kind and gentle touch. She
helps so many people..she's worn out from within
Seems she's become fates punching bag..and each hit
finds her chin...she's got problems with her momma,
feels sad about her dad..she never sees her brothers
Oh Lord they treat her bad..then..there's the teenage
daughter and the drama that she's got..and her toddler
grandaughter and that son she loves a lot.
She's a poet,and a grandma, a big prankster and a friend
I could keep extolling virtues but this poem will never end.
She's everything she needs to be..and to me she's so much more
I love her she's my baby..a heart daughter that's for sure..so
today I send pink roses in the hope that they will say
Hang in there my sweet fuzzy ..I'm with you all the way
You know you'll find me wating ..if you need me simply call
Let me be the thing you lean on...when your backs against
the wall. I love ya, sweetie
By jollynoblefrog
© 2012 jollynoblefrog
(All rights reserved)
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