Oh Ellen To Play Fun Sticks With You.

Poem By Anthony Foster

What a love and joy to see you,
Your blond hair shines in the sun,
Your smile doth capture my heart strings,
We are going to have such fun

Gran dad walkies you say to me,
As you tightly hold my hand,
Let’s go play hide and seek,
Under this tree I will count and stand,

A bridge over the stream in the wood let’s look,
I will gather some twigs for Fun sticks we will play,
We both throw our Fun sticks into the brook,
Whose twig will be first under the bridge this way?

Such fun and so delightful,
We have had such a lovely day,
We are so exhausted,
And you are so tired and need your sleep,

I feel we are so lucky,
To have a grand daughter like you,
And also such a daughter,
Who made sure we got to know you,

Such a love so overwhelming,
So sure so strong so true,
One thing I will always remember,
Is when I played Fun Sticks with you?

(Ref Winnie the Pooh)

Comments about Oh Ellen To Play Fun Sticks With You.

Anthony enjoy them while their young for they grow up too fast.I loved this you should print it and frame it for her.Lovely
What a lovely poem for your granddaughter Anthony...she sounds beautiful...10+++


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