When I met this four year old, <br />I thought I found my pretty doll, <br />She radiates the prettiest smile in the world, <br />The joy from her voice fills the room with the sweetest accord. <br /> <br />Her crayon back pack is little heavier than her, <br />when she draws the circles, I am transfixed to watch the circle of life, <br />when she scribbles on paper, I wonder where Picasso may have found his inspiration, <br />when we draw together, I feel captivated by the innocence and the beauty of creation. <br /> <br />Her inquisitive mind is restless to find, <br />why one rose is red, another one white, <br />why it rains some times, why the sun does not shine all the time, <br />why the Care Bears live on the clouds, and why the cookie monster eats all her cookies. <br /> <br />When she comes and sits down next to me, <br />The chemistry of closeness sparkles in my heart, <br />This love is so rare, this affection is so priceless, <br />I will treasure in my heart for a long time to come.<br /><br />Jay P Narain<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-pretty-doll/
