Mark My first Grandchild
Mark always had me on a string He often said so, as a baby That string's still there 1 think be knows That always I'll be caring for him
There he is a young man now On the threshold of his life Sensitive a bit wayward, A lucky girl will be his wife.
Charlotte
Charlotte, happy, easy going Pretty too and scatter brained. I don't feel I know her well, 16 years and nothing gained
But I love her and enjoy Her company, as through life She charges, full of `0 Mum's Full of fun, what a mixture Not like any other one.
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Annie
In the Autumn of my life A joyous gift was given me. With arthritis, gloom and strife Came Annie as if meant to be A compensation which she is A thousand fold, as happily We play together, young and elderly.
MY granddaughter, now 14 months Has beauty, charm and sense of fun Intelligence, of course is there And how she keeps me on the run.
We play all day, although I'm glad When sleep puts her to bed at noon My aching body can relax But then she wakes, and all too soon We're off again playing like mad. What fun we have
Loving kissing laughing, romping to "Littlest Love" I give my all, Wishing she could always be 14 months old enchanting me.
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Australian Line
Another Family have I In the southern hemispere. Only once I've seen them all But I hold them very dear. Little do I knoW Of them Dawn and Kerrie, Toby who Was born out there.
When I saw them they were young Thirteen, ten and only six, Affectionate they were to me Accepting with child like trust Me, to them an unknown Granny
Two great Grandchildren have I One a boy so very new And how I'd love to hold him, And a little blue eyed girl Toddling now a great delight She must be to all that love her.
When my plane was taking off Tears all round were shed. Now they're just a memory In my heart and in my head
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Sam
A lovely smile, My baby boy One today, and what a joy He has been to all of us. Pity he makes such a fuss When his Mummy's not around! But now with both feet on the ground He will soon get over that. Walking after her with pride He will still be by her side. Beautiful he is and so We will love to watch him grow. "Littlest Love" he'll always be No more grandchildren for me.
Tulip
Smoking on Lynne’s Patio Oh how cold the wind did blow. A Tulip flower did Annie pat Off came a petal, and with care Annie tried to put it back.
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Mum Herself
I am the founder of that lot A kind and loving heart I've got, I hope they all agree. My faults, I'm sure! are hard to find Although I give them of my mind But anyway, that's me.
Too late to change me, if they could I often wonder if I could In their young days Have been a better Mother? Was I indeed too strict with them? Would they have liked another?
I only know I'm proud of them, Hard work though they have been. This tribute to them I do pen And hope they will remember me With love and smiles, That's how I hope I'm seen.
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Annie Again
Nearly four, my little friend I'll adore her to the end Of my life however long, My love for her forever strong
Sweet she is, and so appealing Self willed, but learning to obey, The hard way. Full of personality No one quite like her for me.
Very best of fun we have, She's so fresh and very bright My little, not now "Littlest love" I play with her with all my might.
Vivacious, soft, just like her mother. She has a lovely baby brother!
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