My granddaughter's two and a half years old:
Her beautiful name is Haven.
She came to visit me last night;
This little creature, a bright
delight—
_____My tiny dearest friend named Haven.

She and I have a special bond.
She brings stuffed animals,
"Gamps" makes them respond
As if he's waved his magic wand—
_____For this tussle-topped toddler named Haven.

Stuffed toys suddenly jump alive
to play with her.
Mr. Moose hides toys
Causing quite a stir.

He even sneaks her crocks
And after a laughing fight,
He yanks at one sock
To her giggling delight—
_____This dear little blessing named Haven.

Moose pulls one way--
She yanks the other.
She squeals, "Mine, Moose. Mine!"
Which ends that battle
Until next time.

She dumps out her blocks;
We stack towers high.
She can just reach their tops.
And with a devilish sigh
A pinky finger sneaks by;
"Crash!"
The tower's awry—
_____For this laughing engineer named Haven.

Before her spring completely unwinds
"Gampa" gets pooped.
She picks books for story time--
'Cause "Gamps" must recoup.

Neither cushion nor pillow
Is the space to sit.
Not when "Gampa's" thigh
Makes a perfect fit—
_____For a tiny smiling Godsend named Haven.

But when cuckoo bird chirps,
It's after eight o'clock.
Time to find crocks
And a missing red sock.

After a hug and a kiss,
She's on her way.
Mr. Moose will miss
Her and collect dust till another day—
_____Waiting with "Gampa" for Haven to play.