Grandchildren Poem

Rosie, My Grandchild, Has Been A True Friend. But?

I wrote this when my Rosie, my grandchild was about 3 or 4. Its a poem about memories that I will have forever. But will she?

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Rosie

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Published by Family Friend Poems April 1, 2024 with permission of the Author.

Grandad, grandad! Come and see! 
My little Rosie says to me
I've made a den where I can hide
And keep my dollies safe inside

And I must down my tools and go
To see the things she wants to show
The spider's web, bejewelled with dew 
The dancing damsel's azure blue

Her careless laugh of joy unbound 
There's not in heaven a sweeter sound
Her tiny fingers grasp my hand     
And lead me to her fairy land

Those solemn eyes in beauty lashed 
Look straight at me quite unabashed
And bid me join in baby's feast   
Or chase some tiny, luckless beast!

And down the path with teddy bear   
Sat quietly on your little chair
Private conversations hold   
With little lady, sad and cold

I know that I will not forget 
They'll stay with me forever, yet
Will you, my darling child, recall   
These golden days when you were small?

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