# A Child's Instinct...

Whenever I think of my grand daughter, And the memories I have built with her. I draw on them for sustenance, When my lips are curled in grimace. The innocent expression on her face Helps to dispel the weariness of my days. When I talk to her on the phone, She queries when I am coming home. I ask her why you don’t come to spend a day. She promptly says well I am on my way… Once in a while when she comes to the house, She sits on my bed and gives a tug to my blouse. And asks me to show all my pressed flowers. I don’t know how the moments slip into hours… As I take out each flower from my scrape book, Sense of wonder on her face is worth a look. Please, please Nani, can I take a few? I stick some on a paper with little glue. Her face lights up and she gives me a hug, Enough to give my heart a tug… Innocently she says, why do you dry flowers? When I can’t go to the park due to a shower, Or if I am sick and filled with gloom And can’t go out to see them bloom. After a pause, she brightly says, today you are fine Let’s go out and enjoy the flowers and sunshine…