Blue eyes stare back at me
Blond curls for all to see
Innocence personified by her face
Sweetness abounds with heavenly grace
Granddaughters are special to be sure
Flirtatious and active, yet demure

A gift from heaven to proud parents
Love and hope already apparent
Learned and skilled and not yet one
Permit grandfathers not to be outdone
Giggles and tickles light up her eyes
Baby blues refuse to say good-bye

Dreams and life ahead of her
Time remains but a blur
Her future waits with faith and hope
While proud parents learn to cope
A brother who’s protective and proud
Does not object when she is loud

Sweet dreams my love when light falls
Lay down your head and hear the call
Of angels singing you to sleep
Pray for safety while you count sheep
Granddaughters are special to be sure
God’s gift to me unconditional and pure