Granddaughter Coming Into Her Own Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching my Granddaughter coming into her own at last,
pushing through her shyness and quiet attitude, wanting
to bust out and find herself through music and rhythms.

Rocking and rollin' through music, upon the dance floor,
enjoying vibrations that are filling her soul so beauti-
fully and gently as she dances with her Daddy.

Joyfully and gleefully taking her rhythmic soul into the
picturesque foliage of another fantastic tomorrow where
her life is now coming to fruition.

Being fulfilled in ways she's never known, innocent and
pure, my little Granddaughter, an angel from above, giv-
ing my heart a tug.

Filling me with happiness and sadness at the same time,
knowing the truth coming too soon, that's she's growing
and maturing way before even I'm ready for her to do so.