She’ll be 12 in June, and
already a New York All-Star Pitcher
on an otherwise boy’s
baseball team:
My granddaughter Eliza,
who throws right, bats right, lives right,
and some day (after we change
a few sexist rules) may well be wearing
New York Yankee pinstripes
and entertaining the crowd between innings
with her saxophone,
while her equally gifted twin sister,
my granddaughter Kara,
a fleet-footed long-distance runner
ranked 4th in the City in the 800-meters,
emerges as the nation’s first woman track star
to break the 4-minute mile
while pausing along the way to perform
a brief piano concert
Modesty keeps me from
saying more,
except to say that academically
they’re at the top of their class in everything.
Oh, why not say it? They’re perfect.
Regis
Carole~
Peace,
Bill :-)
Myrna
Best wishes always,
Estrella
Great poem, Gene
Love,
Eileen
Sandie Angel :o)
And a great popping of buttons it is, I had to duck 10,000 miles away.
I'm glad you didn't take the coy road, the hints-only route in case someone might accuse you of boasting, you said it straight and rightly so, and said it very well.
John
The perfect title for the poem. Dare we say Grandpa is proud?
Great family!
Cynthia
What a wonderfully heartwarming poem Gene. I enjoyed every word. I will be a grandma to a baby boy in about three weeks, cannot wait.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Blessings and Love - Micke
Lin
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :D
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
I'm a twin, too! :)
In Spirit,
Bear