Little Granddaughters

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