My granddaughters are like a flock of birds -- <br /> Ever moving. <br /> Ever chattering. <br /> They are clad in bright colors; <br /> They are ever thirsty. <br /> They are like stair steps <br /> From smallest to tallest. <br /> Each is her own unique self. <br /> They run through my life <br /> With gay abandon, <br /> And, birdlike, fly away.<br /><br />Jeanne Mason<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/granddaughters/
