Pearl Wheeler

(Charleston, Illinois)

Baby's Prerogative - Poem by Pearl Wheeler

All I have to do is gurgle and coo
To get my way with you know who,
My Grandma To her I'm precious and so grand
I'll grow up to be a little man,
For Grandma In these hands the power have I
To make her laugh until she cries,
My Grandma. I reach out for more and more
Of abundant love she has in store,
My Grandma Where else am I king of kings
Other than when mother brings me,
To Grandma A baby's life is really great
It's growing up I'm going to hate,
Right, Grandma?


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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