My granddaughter, that precious girl,
Turned twenty-two today.
I can’t believe that she’s that old,
It seems like yesterday
 
We read, together, in my chair,
Of octopi and whales,
Of Uncle Wiggly, Dr. Seuss,
And Rudyard Kipling’s tales.
 
She learned to skate, and ride a bike
With skinned elbows and knees
And then before I knew it,
It was: Could I drive, some, please?
 
Now, she has a Fellowship
In Washington, DC;
She graduates in May, although
I doubt we’ll get to see.
 
Most probably it’s virtual –
No walk across a stage,
No picture-taking fam'ly—
Still, the turning of the page.
 
I feel a bit decrepit,
Now that she’s turned twenty-two
And I pray I can be around
To see what she will do.
 
And just like every grandma
I would love to see her wed
And then produce a replica—
A happy, curly-head.
 
And her mom and I can spoil her
in a very loving way. 
 Our little gal turned twenty-two today.