To My Grand-Daughter Poem by Georgia Decker

To My Grand-Daughter



Whoop-tee-do and icky-poo, my grand-daughter I love you.
Sticky suckers in my car, and grass hoppers in a jar.
Grandma’s girl with her new bike, trying to make it go right.
I can’t, I can’t—you can, you can! You big doll you’re bound to win.
Little sweetheart of our lives, with those big brown eyes.

Thursday, January 2, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: car,daughter,girl
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Georgia Decker

Georgia Decker

Bloomingdale, MI, USA
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