Rainbows are nice the way they sprout forth after fallen water,
but rainbows look like rusty swing sets next to my beautiful granddaughter.
She doesn’t know it yet because she’s a caterpillar now,
but soon to come is a butterfly, and beauty itself will yell, “wow!”
Ambi’s growing up, it’s a sight to see like santa……….
and it brings joy to my heart when I hear the words, “nana.”
In her eyes I see pride and hope……..changes like a kaleidoscope…….shapes and colors bend,
But what pleases me the most is to call her my friend.
It's amazing that anyone came up to a bunch like us wanting poems for their young 'uns, but there you have it. Luckily we had Willie. This is the same guy who won installment #1 of the Fringe Poetry Smackdown with a poem about abstinence. At the fucking FRINGE.
Just talking about Willie makes me feel bad for cussing.