She was all of six
Playing with stones and sticks
When ‘Hi!’ signaled my fingertips
A smile crossed her lips
She quickly tottered over
Carried on an incessant chatter
Out came sweet rhymes
Accompanied with coy mimes
Delighting those around
With inimitably adorable sounds
Peals of laughter
Making hearts gladder
‘You are a smart dame.’
People nearby murmured.
‘I heard mom say the same’
She retorted.
‘Wonder what dad says ?’
I ponder aloud.
With a sad look she answers, ‘I don't know.’
He died many years ago.
Monday, January 4, 2010
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