To Kellie with love, Grandpa

Grandpa’s Girl

As I sit reading my book,
My granddaughter laughs and plays.
Her voice is music to my ears,
A song I love every day.
When I write these words of rhyme,
She climbs into my chair
I stop and see her pretty face,
Surrounded by long dark hair.
Why bother with these books and pens,
When I can join her fun?
There is time for both of those,
When her day is done.
I leave my chair and join her fun,
The adult is left behind.
Soon she too will be an adult,
These times I will relive in my mind.