3 November 1981


Laughter comes bubbling out

when I tickle her.


She loves my lap

and I love her there.


Not shy about hugging and kissing,

I think of her being 10 or 20 or 50 years of age.


These years are so precious

and I want to hold tight.


Love is hard to show sometimes.

Does it show?

Will it form and shape

their budding lives?


Happy singing from down the hall.

Satisfied with a puzzle,

she's all bubble and smiles now.