My youngest granddaughter, Beki Jean,
Has grown into a vivacious teen;
She still has her attitude and her hiss,
She is growing up into quite a miss.

She now has learned about the boys,
Thinks their much better than her toys;
She's learned about heartbreak and pain,
She's learned the world's totally insane.

She's growing up way too fast,
I was hoping her childhood, it would last;
She's a tiny thing unlike the rest of us,
So, over her, we tend to fuss.

Her aunt you find deep in her soul,
If her Aunt Deb you've gotten to know;
All day long she wants to text,
What in the world will come next?

Our beloved Beki will continue to grow,
And herself she will get to know;
She's a gift we received from above,
A cherished person we will always love.

~©Sandra S. Oidtman - 2010~