Little Chloe, six months old
Now your journey will unfold
I’ll be gone when you grow tall
Hang my picture on your wall
As a tot you’ll run around
Squealing at the things you’ve found
Toads and worms and robin eggs
Moths and spiders with eight legs
I’ll be here when you’re a tot
Gambol naked, laugh a lot
As a teen you’ll swing and sway
Making boys look back your way
Never mind them, turn your head
Paint your lips not too bright red
I’ll be gone when you’re a teen
Wearing shorts and skinny jeans
As a woman, sassy bold
Confident beyond the mould
Find your strength inside yourself
Walk through life a green-clad elf
I’ll be gone when you leave the nest
Parents suffering much unrest
There on the wall I’ll always be
Seeing you, looking at me
From Your Great Grandfather, age 83
Irvin J Kroeker