My Granddaughter
Little baby, the smart baby of our home,
Stretches and folds her legs, cycling in the air
Like Monalisa’s, her smile is enigmatic
If a familiar face passes, she would turn to see.
She remains awake at nights as much as she can
She sleeps during the day if not disturbed.
If we wake her up, we get a look of disapproval!
Smiles at her mother, all the while.
She offers her cheek for us to kiss,
But her language we are yet to learn!
We waited a long time for her arrival,
Her manners and gesture are new every day.
People say she is like her mother,
Like her aunt, uncle or grandma.
She is not a copy of anyone and
None would be equal to her.
Swims on the floor, restlessly,
Eagerly waiting for her to speak
Her shouting, music to our ears!
Can’t catch her a year or two from now.
Will be telling us, stories every day.
Oh baby, yet to be weaned, and no teeth;
Little darling, my son’s daughter!
