The Teasing Devil

She must be having sixth sense 
Or clairvoyance,
My darling grandchild Anvi
Comes like whirlwind from nowhere
Whenever I just sit to write something near my PC. 
My goodness!
She is such a devilish nymph.
Her two little hands suddenly become ten
Snatching the mouse from my hands with one
Tucking my hand under her arm with the second,
Starts typing on the keyboard with the third.
Suddenly, she piggy-backs me
And careening over my shoulder
Leans over the keyboard to type randomly.
If I try to stop her catching with both hands
She suddenly slides over the other shoulder
And lands her two big toes on the keyboard to type.
When I get angry, she melts me in a trice
With that enchanting smile and her staccato giggle,
Planting a kiss unawares on my cheek.
Before I could recover from her charm
She runs away to some corner with pen and paper
And starts drawing figures, and explains showing,
“Grand Pa, look, this is you and this is meeeeeeeeee.”
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Agustin Avatar
September 9, 2024 at 7:43 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
Nauduri Avatar
September 30, 2024 at 9:02 PM
Thank you, Beata Agustin, for your appreciation.
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