Big brown eyes, a dimple in her chin,
Amelia with the rock in her pocket.
She captures my heart with a smile and a grin,
Amelia with the rock in her pocket.
She’s much more than my grandchild,
She’s much more than a friend:
A shadow, a playmate, a pleasure,
A namesake, a special blessing within.
We go to the beach on a Sunday
She buries her toes in the sand.
Seashells she puts in a bucket,
Rocks she holds in her hands.
One rock she says, “oh, so pretty,”
That one she’ll put to the side.
Later she’ll hide it, in the washer I’ll find it,
My funny little bundle of pride.
With her hair up so curly, a sweet little girlie,
That’s my Amelia with the rock in her pocket.
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