Tiny Yet Grand

Tiny Yet Grand ode

Photo by James E. Petts


Smiles that crinkle the corners of their eyes,
Hugs that squeeze the life into my heart,
Mountains of joy, Rivers of love,
Growing and running for the skies up above.
Hands to reach and play, explore,
Feet to ground them, guide them, spring them!
Eyelashes; gentle feathers, rest soft on their cheeks,
A wish for these moments to last beyond weeks.
Timeless adventures, Winged curiosity,
Illuminating presence, vivacious zesty essence,
Beaming stars filling the night;
Glimmering geodes beneath the light.

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