Granddaughters - Poem by Jeanne Mason
My granddaughters are like a flock of birds --
They are clad in bright colors;
They are ever thirsty.
They are like stair steps
From smallest to tallest.
Each is her own unique self.
They run through my life
With gay abandon,
And, birdlike, fly away.
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