When she entered the world-
She was a beautiful baby girl.
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When she toddled, there was no dispute-
She was downright cute.
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The day when she first went to kindergarten-
She was bright, and learned much then.
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High school came and I had to shout out loud-
A beautiful teen, a parent so proud.
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When adulthood came, it was hard to let go-
A precious beautiful soul, is what I came to know.
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Three beautiful daughters is what I came to bear-
Life has been good, life overall has been fair.
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When the granddaughter came into the world-
She was a beautiful baby girl.
P.S. And then to my surprise came grandsons times three-
Another poem regarding this matter, on a future day to see.
-2016-
Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times 