P.H.Rose

Ode to my granddaughter ...A smile from India rose..

A smile from India rose,.

The second you see me look at thee,
wide beautiful smile, you give unto me.
At just a matter of weeks from birth,
no wind, but a large reward of mirth.
It touches you, aimed to your heart,
as if being pieced, by a loving dart.
Oh!! what beauty in that single act,
adding us all to your loving pact.
Like your brothers, a smile from thee,
Brings light from grey, happiness is with me.
So proud I am to be called your grandad,
For sitting with you, removes anything sad.
The luckiest day when you three were born,
for that was my life\'s, very first morn...
All my love always... Grandad.