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More poems about GRANDCHILDREN.
WHO AM I LOOKING FOR?
There is a little boy with hair of red,
He is living here, so it is said,
In this family not yet two years old,
The newest to come to this happy fold,
Who am I looking for? Tell me do
And there may be a surprise for you.
Another boy growing fast who is three,
Runs around all over, happy as can be,
Smiles and laughter often come his way,
Another member of the same happy family,
Who am I looking for? Tell me do
And there may be a surprise for you.
The next is a pretty girl with red hair,
To have two with red hair isn’t fair,
For everyone loves it as it shines in the sun,
And she is over five and always on the run.
Who am I looking for? Tell me do
And there may be a surprise for you.
One more is left so beautiful to see,
The oldest and full of her responsibility,
Can speak two languages at the age of eight,
For doing homework most times she’s great.
Who am I looking for? Tell me do
And there may be a surprise for you.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 15 April 2006