Little Punkin' Girl.
How did you get that name?
I don't remember.
You were born in February,
Not November.
Your little round cheeks,
Yes, that must be why.
So tiny and crumpled
Round and red,"sigh".
Dark hair so long
and dark as night sleek.
Eyes as Blue as
The Sky or the Creek.
I still call you Punkin,
Can't seem to stop.
Get tears in my eyes
When you call Grandpa, "Pop".
We have Rocked you,
Walked with you,
Since that time, true,
Giggling at all the Silly things you do.
Time has gone fast,
So fast, rushing to where?
Sssh, be quiet, time
To go nap upstairs.