Honey
Happy as a butterfly
Smart as a bee
The sugar to my tea
You were there for me
You watched me grow
And begged me to dance
As I jumped for the stars
From my heels to my tippy toes
Together we'd sing
And plant flowers in the spring
You taught me that
It's okay to get your feet dirty
I'll never forget our endless games
From bingo, to playing cards, and matching memories
Little did I know the memory was us
Flourished like a small fish in a big pond
From a house below
To a smile above
I hope I've become
a granddaughter you're proud of
And on those rare days
When I see a cardinal
It's colorful red feathers shine
I know we'll meet again another time
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