Granny's child

Her laughter makes my heart smile

Ah, Her funny giggles tickle me

Every time she looks at me.

My little girl standing, holding a laugh

Changing her tone like a bird's charming chirp.

Oh, my little laughing flower

Blossoming even in the gold autumn.

Warming the walls in the days of cold 

Firing the snow, to make it warm.

I don't know, what she finds so funny in this wrinkled face

Maybe the way it shrinks or the way it expands

Like a raisin kept in sun or in water

Or maybe, her wrinkles which she thinks

To own tomorrow. 

Author's Note

How is it?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked and I loved this poem. You create perfect place and situation. Laughter of a child. Make the heart dance. Thank you Shasha for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Shasha]

Thank you very much!!!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Shasha.

[barleygirl]

This is an awesome message of joy! Your thrill is conveyed with much warmth & love. There's nothing in the world like another creature that makes one laugh & laugh & laugh. It could be a friend or a pet, but in your case, it's a g-kid! Love your use of unique details & imagination! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Shasha]

Thank you Margie! You made my day with your words!

[Soumya Deouskar]

Shasha, have you written this? This is the best of all! Wow. I'm amazed to see how much you've grown as a writer. What a remarkably beautiful poem!
Keep writing!

[Shasha]

Aw, thank you Soumya!!!! I am glad to hear that from you!