Our Granddaughter’sa Birthday
Summers hot and winters cold,
We know a girl who's six years old,
Lips like rosebuds, smiles so quick,
A real lady, now she' six.
Six is a time for parties galore
For balloons and ice cream and even more,
For bubble gum and ice cream pops,
For jell beans and lollipops.
Grandpa muses over his coffee cup
"I think our girl is growing up,"
Grandma sighs at the way time passes
Hiding bright tears behind her glasses.
August green and August gold,
Songs to be sung and stories told
While in the midst of all the fuss,
We pray she won't ever out grow us.