To Eva Mae

To My Granddaughter

My granddaughter is Eva Mae
And I call her "angel wings"
She's the apple of my eye
And the reason that I sing.

Her enthusiasm is a treasure
That surrounds me night and day
Her laughter is the sun
That daily lights the way.

Her love when she sees me
Turns my world around
Her voice like an orchestra
Serenades me with beautiful sound.

She touches me like an angel
Her love a gift to my soul
And as long as God gives me life
Her presence within me is gold.

By Mary West
Adapted by me... Eva's Grandma