Her eyes are full of mischief and her smile beguiling,
a small package of what is surely to come.
She snuggles close and in my ear she's giggling
as she steals a kiss then leaps away-some.
She wants me to chase her, something I refuse to do.
An old man must retain his dignity. She's faster by far.
And I'm comfortable in the knowledge, it's not new,
that she'll come back as if drawn like earth, to a star.
We play this game often, this object of my great love,
for she's still learning her womanly flirting wiles
and I must help. She may be the last great love
of mine. I must show her life's many and varied styles.
Why else is a man given late in a long, long life
a tender young thing with whom to lovingly play?
He certainly no longer wants or needs a wife,
but a great granddaughter always makes his day!
Author notes
Emily is OldBear34's prompt. She is also his twenty month old great granddaughter.
A contest entry
- Poetry Hodgepodge by DolceVito.
875 points, ended November 30, 2008, 25 entries
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• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Awesome
Thank you for entering this well-expressed write.
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Awww how ironic that some of these prompts have found themselves with people who relate to them personally, I like that! This is lovely. One error is you forgot the 's' on She's.
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I reviewed the poem several times, but could not find where She was missing a needed s.
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Second stanza
"She faster...
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this is really sweet, it reminds me of my father with my niece very much, that she likes to play games, but he can't always keep up, this is just beautiful, best of luck in the contest
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