Grand-Daughter

You are mine...
Thy traits beareth another.
You bloometh like a rose,
And are so like...your mother.

A new generation...riseth,
With the look in your eyes.
Confidence magnifies thy youth,
There is a bond that ties.

Thou comest forth acting,
Like him...who is dead.
There is a set to thy jaw,
With the words...being said.

Thou must be the conquerer,
And rise to thy will.
In diligence, thou must strive,
When all else is still.

For in you...grand-daughter,
Are rare gifts from above.
Thou art life's treasure...pure,
With a frosting of love.


E.P. 1908 - 1989