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She was so scrumptious I just needed to squeeze her, kiss her and hug her. We played under the tent that we made from grandmother's knitted quilt. We had so much fun together. She is two and I am nearly sixty, but we were both on the same page. We loved.

Hugs-Hugs and More Hugs

the way her face glew 
her eyes grew wide...so joyful 
I needed a hug 

Beneath the blanket 
a make-shift tent covered us 
she was mesmerized 

we peaked through the holes... 
and watched grandma's face shine 
as we hid quiet 

her hours of knitting
paid her off in happiness 
watching both of us 

Sshh...I said to her 
grandmother is watching us
peek-a-boo; we laughed 

I love her so much
I can't wait to play again
I need some more hugs

granddaughterhaiku

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Constance La France

March 13, 2019 at 12:17 PM

Charlie, so sweet and touching, wonderfully penned ~

Caren Krutsinger

March 6, 2019 at 3:18 AM

We become instantly two ourselves, when we become a grandparent to a two year old. I have a hide-and-seek-closet which I muralized from side to side for my two-year-old grandson. He is four but we are still silly, we still love each other ridiculously, and we still hide together in there surprising "the others" when they find us. All the best to you and your lovely grand or grands; I have ten of them! This poem reminds me of all of them.

Charles Messina

March 6, 2019 at 10:21 AM

OMG, "TEN" WOW. You are a busy grandmother (lol). I have three and another in the oven. Isn't it the best to play these silly games with them. Thank you so much, Caren. All the best to you and your lovely grandchildren as well. :)

Arturo Michael

March 5, 2019 at 5:12 AM

Somebody's got a sweet baby...may the hugging never stop...a peaceful and joyful write...

Charles Messina

March 6, 2019 at 10:22 AM

Yes, I sure do. She is a precious jewel. Thank you, Arturo.

CayCay Godwin

March 4, 2019 at 8:46 PM

Oh - I was doing great with my emotional response to your extremely touching write, then I started to type and needed a tissue. I hope this is true, a keeper poem to be left to a child once inside her well-seasoned adult, a poem that a grandchild will dearly treasure. As emotional as I feel now that I've read, all that I wrote might as well of just happened! My Granddad once poetically called me 'Butterfly' and just that melts me every time I recall it - glad my brain let me keep it. CayCay

Charles Messina

March 6, 2019 at 10:25 AM

Hi CayCay. Sorry you needed a tissue (lol) This is 100 percent true :) That's a wonderful thing that "Butterfyl" stuck in your head. Funny how some of the littlest things we experience as children stick with us our whole lives. Wonderful story...Thank you so much! Charlie

Eve Roper

March 4, 2019 at 8:10 PM

Just stunning, Charles. Hugs always make a person feel better at any time.

Charles Messina

March 6, 2019 at 10:26 AM

Thank you, Eve. Sometimes that's all we need. :)

Anne-Lise Andresen

March 4, 2019 at 1:09 PM

- So SWEET .... !!!! - hugs :)

Charles Messina

March 6, 2019 at 10:27 AM

Thank you, Anna-Lise… Hugs :)

Carolyn Devonshire

March 4, 2019 at 12:38 PM

What a delightful memory you created the day you both hid from grandma, Charlie! I think we all need more hugs in our lives. Enjoyed reading. Best wishes, Carolyn

Charles Messina

March 6, 2019 at 10:29 AM

It was the best feeling in the world when we hid under the blanket and she whispered to me " I missed you papa" Hugs definitely do the trick... hugs to you, Carolyn. All the bestest...Charlie