Apple of my eyes

My pretty little granddaughter is the apple of my eyes,
Over the years she has become so wise,
For me she is still the sweet little kid,
Who used to come and on my lap would sit,
Bless you my child, go higher in life,
May you get everything,
So that you don't have to strive!
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