Little Granddaughters
Grandsons make me
proud,
Pop my buttons
proud,
Granddaughters
take my breath away,
It's seen in
simple things,
When they stoop to
pick up a toy,
There is
reflection of the thing,
Rather than power
and control,
There is want of
knowing it,
There is personification,
They will talk to
a rubber ducky,
As if it were a
baby duck,
I saw this in my
daughter, too,
But, now again,
And, I have more
time,
To enjoy the
nuance,
When she runs in a
little dress,
And, pretends to
fall,
The dress opening
as a flower as she sits, and exclaims,
"I am
falling!"
When she laughs
with delight,
And, turns her
head to see if I am watching,
I can laugh, too,
With pure abandon,
With pure love,
With pure joy,
Knowing,
She is my granddaughter!
Peter Lowell
Paulson
August 19, 2015
