Newborn Granddaughter

She poops and cries; her face is red.
She wets herself in Mommy’s bed.
She needs a bath; she needs to eat.
She wears wool booties on her feet.

And on each hand, a little mitt,
And on her head, a cap that’s knit.
A nappy covers up her rear;
She’s wrapped up tight, as something dear.

Her grandma says she’s awful sweet;
Her daddy thinks she’s really neat.
Her mommy thinks she’s such a love
A gift from Heaven up above.

I’ve only known her for a week
But still I find I have to speak
And tell you what I really mean,
That she’s the cutest thing I’ve seen.