Read Me a Story

Looking out in my yard

I see tracks in the snow.

Made by a little girl of four,

A week or so ago.

I recall her tromping,

Calling my name.

“C’mon Grandpa,

Let’s play a game.”

Oh what a delight

That twinkle in her eye

As I wistfully recall

With a contented sigh.

“Read me a story.”

Next she would say.

Never a bother,

I’d do this every day.