I reached and took her tiny hand,
As we walked across the street.
The music played as she skipped along,
And never missed a beat.
The white stuffed lamb is held so tight,
Clutched inside her hands,
The strands of hair in a pony tail,
Held by big rubber bands.
She explored her world with energy,
Each discovery a big surprise,
And the amazement felt by every step,
Was reflected in her eyes.
Her world is filled with simple things,
No goals now to achieve,
The only stress that she can feel,
Is merely make believe.
Someday the outside world will creep in,
With turmoil we can't forget,
But that is for another time,
Thank God she is not there yet.
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Author:
lasergraph (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just some thoughts that came to me when spending time with grand daughter.
- Category: Family
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Comments5
Nothing more radiantly beautiful than a little girl greeting her world in wonder! So well put, lg.
Only a Grandfather can know , a nice poem of innocence, well done
"Her world is filled with simple things". It's the simplicity that makes them happy and pure.
Lovely and thoughtful poem.
Very good write about special times. As the saying goes "If I had known how much fun grandchildren are I would have had them first".
Very nice write from a proud grand papa...
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