~ My
Heritage ~
I am a
grandmother
many times
And I love
these
children
of mine
God saw
fit to
bless me
this way
How I give
Him thanks
all the
time
All are so
different,
no two
alike
He wanted
it that
way
Each one
has their
own
identity
They're
all in my
heart to
stay
What a
heritage I
now have
With
little
ones,
sweet as
can be
It all
sounds
like music
As I hear
them say,
they love
me
I have
many
blessings
from Him
But none
as pure
and as
sweet
As these
little
darlings
reaching
for me
Squealing
and
kicking
their feet
Pick me up
and hold
me
I grab
them right
on the
spot
For I
wouldn't
want to
miss
A hug or a
kiss
they've
brought
Betty Hill
© 2007
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