Little Joe Poem by Varghese J Kuttikat

Little Joe
In a stir playful
Loosened himself from his mom
Tumbled down, then up
His graceful eyes lighting up with gleam
Looked about, his smile
Sparkled, glowed with charm
This charm, I bet, would entrance angelic angels
And would win the hearts of the hardened puritans
Even God would be tempted to be born again
I confess, I feel ecstasy, as Joe is my grandson
To love all children alike, one should ascend to Heaven
As the lover half-creates his darling's beauty
Beauty blossoms forth in love-laden hearts
Of all gardens, I love my garden most
Which preference I would plead, the world might pardon