My Grandaughter Comes to Visit

Pretty little angel

Came to my house to play

Delighting my senses

And making me gay.

Color crayons and movies

And a game played with

Plastic cube and screws

Excitement isn't a myth.

Dinner to compliment the ketchup

Of chicken fingers and fries

Fruit cups and orange juice

And the little chocolate she spies

Conversations delight

Of questions in her mind

Smooches are given

And not hard to find.

At the end of the night

She jumps up and down

On the couch her last energy

Then asleep safe and sound.