While teaching a riding lesson

In the early morning sun

My granddaughter busied herself

Playing in the dirt and climbing the fence

She covered her horses and dolls

With the dirt to pretend they were in bed

Then she balanced on poles

Pretending to be a gymnast

Toward the end of the hour

My student worked on pacing

And keeping her position over the jumps

Then out of the corner of my eye

My granddaughter walked to me

In her hands a small bouquet

She smiled and presented them

With her tiny hands outstretched

These flowers say, “I Love You”, grandma

And now home, those flowers

Tiny buds of purple and white

In a ‘Strawberry Shortcake’ Sippy cup

Proudly adorn the center of my table