Philip Lore (Jersey City New Jersey)
A Cute Little Girl
She came into this world,
Late in the winter night.
Our lovely first grandaughter,
Oh! What a beautiful sight.
Tender, soft pink skin,
A sculpted, dimpled chin,
Cute button nose,
Ten little finger,
Ten little toes.
We all fought for position,
Just watching her standing there,
Our Little Kayla Catherine,
Thin, whispy, golden hair.
With tears flowing in our eyes,
We shuffled in our place,
Tracing hearts upon the window,
Staring at her face.
Crying babies, oh how they cried
Kayla smiled, Awwwwh....we sighed.
Our hearts were filled with love and pride.
We kissed our children, held them tight,
To Kayla Catherine...sweet dreams...
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