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To My Precious Granddaughters - original poem for my granddaughters

TO MIKAYLA AND LORNA

Mikayla, our first born, with color so bright,
Long reddish blond hair, your pride and delight;
Fair skin, bright blue eyes, so much like your mother;
Your little girl pictures look just like each other.

Mikayla JoAnne, with my name and my genes;
Expressing yourself with such dramatic scenes;
Opinionated, creative, intelligent one;
Artistic, persistent, you’ll work til it’s done.

My ice-skating grandchild, through many a fall
You get up and get going again strong and tall.
You love Barbies, and horses, and books of all kind;
With your beautiful body and quick to learn mind.

Little Lorna, our ladybug, with mischievous grin;
With Momma’s curly hair, and Daddy’s strong chin;
With dark eyes full of twinkles, and laughter so giggly;
Never still for a moment, all playful and wiggly.

Lorna Delle, you’re your daddy and papa put together;
Staying cool, keeping calm, you never get in a dither;
Just enjoying your life, no matter where you are staying;
You’re so happy, so busy, you just keep right on playing.

You laugh at your own jokes, join in each conversation;
You see life in its essence just one big celebration.
You entertain us, you charm us, you keep us in stitches
And now that you’re potty trained, you can wear “big-girl” britches!

Not a day ever passes you two are not in my prayers;
Both of you precious gifts from our Father, who cares
About children, hears their laughter, sends his angels to guard
Little footsteps, running ever through the house and the yard.

I treasure each kiss, every “Nana, I love you”;
Your hugs keep me warm like the covers above you.
You’re my pride and my joy, you’re my reason for living;
Every day I praise God for His goodness in giving

To me and your Papa such angels so rare;
Without you our lives would be lonesome and bare.
You’re my heartbeat, and each of you a sweet Valentine
And I praise God each day that He let you be mine.


Written by Joan Rowden Hart on Valentine’s Day 2002
for Mikayla JoAnne, born 5.29.98 and Lorna Delle, born 3.9.2000

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