He told his mommy, my very beautiful daughter, that I was probably the most beautiful woman in the world. I love this boy!! (although he may need his eyes checked) : )
My Hairdresser Is Only Five
He loves to comb my hair
And fix it in such a way
That I find it difficult
To wear it out in the day
But that is never a problem
Because I love him so
He is my Joey Joey
My grandson don't you know
With eyes that change in color
From green to blue to gray
He is a handsome fellow
Who loves to pretend and play
His curly hair is forever
Calling all females to his side
And those long dark lashes
I really must confide
That as his grandmother
I am his greatest fan
He is my five-year-old sweetheart
My sensitive little man
And now I must inform you
That this wonderful little guy
Told my daughter, his mother
I am beautiful in his eyes
Now what is a nana to do
But to let him create his style
With combs, brushes, and water
While I sit here and just smile
Joey's Nana
6/25/07
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2007-06-26 at 04:32
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