Three pretty little children ,
incarnation of innocence, bubbling,
bubbling with joy and full of laughter and excitement .

Pretty little children , as pretty as their parents , and grandparents .

Pretty little children , growing up , in their teens , darling of their parents , and grandparents , what mischief they must be in their classroom , kindergarten , i am not aware , but must be , as all children are.

Me , i am growing up with them , one refuses to call me grandpa , calls me by name , i love it , the younger of them , just stands near me , the youngest of all , refuses to give me , the toy fire engine , or any toy , possessive , like all children .

I BECOME YOUNG WITH THEM , BEING WITH THEM .

mk