My Little Granddaughter
When she
bounces as
goat...
when she speaks
with aplomb
language I don't understand,
when she answers
grunting at what
I ask...
she laughs loose
with the grimaces
that I invent...
when with
much effort
she calls me fluffy...
I understand that she
loves me then
I'm glad
I understand perfectly
the mission to sow
the world...for her!
I feel a little
creator of
life in these
moments...!
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