Sweet rapture she was

Sweet rapture she was, little bundle of joy,

saw her faltering steps before she walked,

lovingly saw her discard my hard bought toy,

monosyllabic, called me uncle before she talked;

saw her grow from afar as a welcome guest,

affectionate to fault, cheered my ageing heart,

forgot her miles away as her family gave her the best,

why selfish me forget loving souls as soon as I part;

glimpsed love and marriage in a short lived affair,

but not parenting as an uncle sans responsibility,

but joy without responsibility I had was rare,

salute the parents of this world with all humility;

my verses seem to weep but not I nor shy her,

we sail the world with joy through all our blunder.

 

 

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