Two Girls in Pink

This is a tale of two girls in pink,

A very good color, I think.

They helped pack their things

And put on their wings.

Soon they were high in the sky

Strapped in their seats, Why?

Well, to visit their Nana, you see.

And, of course, other family.

Tricia came too, but she doesn’t wear pink

Moms usually wear black or mink.

Cute those girls are but quiet they’re not;

And Nanas and Moms get tired a lot.

But back to our pink story

I’ve strayed a bit; sorry.

Look how much I have written

Without naming my “kittens”!

Amelia is oldest and wise is she

Greta is wilder; she’s not yet three.

Together they play and have fun

And at Nana’s with Keto they run.

Amelia has always loved purple and pink

Greta will follow what Amelia thinks

So when Nana goes shopping for girl stuff

She only sees pink (but not things with fluff!)

These cuties are not just sugar and spice

Don’t think they just always play nice.

They can wrestle and bike and roll in the snow

They can scuff up their knees and they grow!

And smart? Why those two in pink

Always amaze me by what they can think,

And talented too; they can sing and dance

Especially Amelia; remember she’s advanced.

Amelia is older, the big sister, the leader

She helps her Mom and is a very good reader.

And Greta is Greta. Noisy and clever

If she had her way “to bed” would be never,

Nana is eager to see them at any time

Can you guess why that is (with a rhyme?)

Two smart girls in pink who like to fly

Nana loves you so, so much, that’s why.