Here comes Deeya running like an athlete
Bouncing feet, stretched arms with a smile elite
To cuddle Grandpa who’s sitting on a couch
She locks her arms around my neck, “Ouch”.
Deeya, “it hurts, what kind of affection is this?”
She rests her face on my shoulder, I’m in bliss
“Grandpa, I can not help it, you’re the best cuddle by any means”
Then she wrestles me down with mighty energy full of beans.
To get out of this tussle I prickle her to weaken the grip
“Tickle my neck, that’s my best spot”, she gives me a tip
The session is not over yet, I find my bearings and sit upright
She climbs over to sit on my shoulders and clutches me tight.
Then she swings backward and forward and from side to side
To avoid collision, I hold her hands; she enjoys the horse ride.
Gobbledygook-giggles in gibberish lingo not to mention
It's hard to express the act that leads to harmonious progression
This is one of the many episodes that I cherish being with our Princess
We love every bit of her childhish behaviour and in verse I profess.
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24.01.09
Adding your comment:
Nice.. a very nice poem for her and am sure she'd cherish this and treausre this as well.. 
A beauitiful poem for a beautiful child!
