He comes when you least expect it;
sunny little smile, golden rose,
determined baby nose, suddenly
softly in your face grasping glasses
in giggling light, pouring rainbows,
many hues of new days dawning
and their starry nights.
Authors note: Poem written after a visit to our grandson, Noah, then just over a year old. He loves to grab eyeglasses and smiles as he waves them wildly in a clutched fist.
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