Kitty Kiddy

There's something about silhouettes. . . 

This poem was written for my youngest granddaughter, Samantha, now six. As a toddler, she was very curious. It was not unusual to find spice bottles and other items hidden behind the bed in the downstairs bedroom.
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Granddaughter number three,
just as cute as cute can be.
With golden hair and eyes of blue,
it's very hard to say "No" to you.


You've forever been the curious type,
nosing around when out of sight.
You'd crawl behind the couch or chair
just to see what might be there.


You'd open drawers and peek inside,
grab some stuff and try to hide,
because no matter what it might be,
there must be something inside to see.


Grandpa would get quite upset
because busy little fingers get
into places they shouldn't be—
like inside the door on our TV.