by Virginia M Swift
Wednesday, April 24, 2002
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Virginia Marie Swift
June 15, 2001
I glance your way, and see you lounging there,
Careless and beauty filled, in my chair
And my heart leaps for love of you.
You are so shining, clean, and good
All the ways a girl child should
Be, you are, my dearest grandchild.
How did you grow to be so tall, graceful, sleek;
With all that bounteous bloom of cheek,
And brightness in your soul?
It makes me stop and say a prayer,
Surely the angels stop and stare
At the miracle you are.
You fill me with unabashed pride
I hold your gloriousness inside
And treasure it my dear.