Being the first grandchild
Means I get away with being wild.
Everyone remembers me
And how I sat upon their knee.
Being first was so great
A smiling baby with a healthy weight.
Love of her life, Gods` little gift,
When the second baby came, our friendship did not even drift.
Salt, Pepper
Sun, Moon
Our friendship is like an in-time tune.
We grew so close
More like friends than family
With the third grandchildren on it`s way,
Sometimes Gran couldn't`t stay to play.
We can always find a way to laugh,And
Some memories have been captured by a photograph.
My gran`s love means the world to me,
And am sure she would agree.
As we both continue to grow
I hope that she knows
I love her with all my heart
On my life she has had a huge impact.
