When you think that life is gone.When there seems no hope.When you think nothing is stirringLife struggles up from somewhere deepAnd begins again, all new.

Five petals of pinkSoftnessMeet the sun.Hold their ownAgainst the heat.Summer late Tiresome heatMeet it with a smile.

My grand-girlMy sweet girlMy precious girl!Yes, I am a fan;I'm the Grandma.