My Granddaughter Poem by Scott Stanley Davis

I have a granddaughter and to my surprise, she has been right there by my side; The first time I cared for her, she lifted her head, and looked for her mother, but I was there instead; When all others went out to play; she would look for me that day, and say I want to be with you okay? She helped me plant, flowers and plants and even built me a house for my ants; I taught her how to dance and dance, and boy could she just prance and prance, it just put me into a trance; She calls me Grandfather and doesn't understand it, then when Others announce it, for they then mispronounce it, its just not the same, so she would say, then corrects them, no he's my grandfather, not some other name, as they look on not understanding what to say; Its so strange when these little people come around, then steal your heart with such a little sound, they laugh and laugh and play and play, and even made me a wonderful bouquet; We road bikes as we gathered their friends, as all the play transcended into really hard work descended, but its all okay because we were all together that day, for all memories will be share and will be carried all their lives and declared..