My grand-daughter
Just one-year old,
A toddler,
Toddling all over
The house,
Falling, rising,
Toddling,
Screaming
All her
Toddling way,
Peering
At all things
In all rooms,
Exploring
All corners,
Touching
Everything
With her tiny,
Tender hands,
A wondrous,
Little smiling
Face she possesses;
But quite surprisingly,
A couple
Of loud laughs
She lets out,
Reverberating
The whole house,
When she engages
Herself in
A queer action,
That is when she pulls,
Messes up
And destroys
Things in the house;
Before she launches
Herself into
A destructive action,
Just one loud laugh
She lets out
As if she is to make
An adventure,
After successful
Completion
Of her destructive action,
One more loud laugh
She lets out
As if she is a glorious
Victor, having made
A great achievement,
Between two guffaws
Of hers,
A ceremony
Of destruction
Is celebrated
By her
So proudly,
Amidst the things,
Pulled down,
Messed up,
Destroyed,
She stands
So heroically,
Her eyes widened,
Brightened,
Smiling quietly,
Innocently,
Beautifully,
Clapping her hands
So joyously,
What can we, elders, do?
We just keep smiling,
Sharing the joy
Of our little toddler.
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