My little angel
I miss you
I miss your smile
Your gait
And your cry
God created far flung continents
But he should have made them short
For grand dads and cute grand daughters
Then they could meet in spite of the distances
I recall with affection
Your sitting in my lap
And responding to the prayer in the evening
I haven't felt so serene anytime
Taking you for a walk
Putting on your sandals
Showing you the duckies and fish
Making you stand in the window
Showing you the flying airoplane
Watching you regale everyone at home
Your adoring blabber and shrieks
More than gave me all the happiness
Today I sit by the windowside
Waiting dreamingly for the day
To meet you again
To run after you, holding your hand
Forgetting my years
To be young again
When I see you on the webcam
It is joy hour for me
And your familiar waving at me
Makes my otherwise lonely day
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This is beautiful. It helps me to imagine what it will be like to be a Grandparent one day. I love my sons more than life itself, and I look forward to knowing the love of my grandchild. It is so obvious how much you miss her.