There surely is some magic about her
The flash of a smile brings out joy and laughter
Now I wonder just how she weaves her spell
Through her every word, movement and smell.
Treating all as she would herself,
Moulding us, her little elves.
With a swish and flick, we looked slick,
A gentle fill & a happy tummy rumbles,
The great outdoors, guided by her hand,
Up trees and down pits,
Bandaged knees and fingertips
Slowly we grew, in her robust care,
From teeny-meeny to this!
Treating all alike with love and care,
Granpa, granma and papa bear!
All I hope for, all I wish
Is to be like her, a lady ideal.