Her name is Cassy.
Born Cassandra Rose.
Cute as a button.
From head to toe.
I watched her grow.
For sixteen years.
Scrapes and bruises.
The Crocodile tears.
Plays in the band.
A mean clarinet.
School newspaper.
The deadline met.
She loves frogs.
Tacos too.
Dirty blond hair.
Eyes of blue.
She volunteers.
Gives so much.
Her sweet smile.
Her gentle touch.
Library work.
She enjoys.
Has no time.
For dating boys.
Two more years.
College bound.
I will miss.
The clarinet sound.
Miss our talks.
And her smile.
She'll be back.
In a while.
Miss her dearly.
When she goes.
Always Grandma's.
Cassandra Rose.
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Dedicated to my woderful grandaughter. She means the world to me.
Written July 12th, 2004
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This is awesome- You must be so proud of her-she sounds like a sweet granddaughter-and what a beautiful name she has!!
Cassandra Rose!!-a beautiful poem...
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