For My Little Grandson Aneesh, , , , , With Love Grandpa Poem by Umasree Raghunath

The Journey called Life
Is a blessing with you beside
With the love a little one
It's always life with fun

With the little words to utter
Love to see him eating butter
The lips linger with sweetness
To give us a completeness

Jumping with joy
Loves all his little toys
Socializing with everyone
He is attractive lad for fun

Aneesh, the apple in our eye
No matter he would cry
Naughtiest of the toddler seen
Keeps himself balanced and clean

Loves to read books of all kind
Enjoys all the toys he find
Fascinates for the buzzing cars
Loves traveling wide and far

Sounds like a traveler's guide
Curious about everything on his side
Takes everyone in his stride
Making our life bright and wide

Just like little butterflies
Flutters away when he whines
Enjoys the complete life's spice
To the elders he is always nice

Best of the neighborhood boys
With his racing shoes
And style of tomboy jeans
He raves behind the peer kids
With learning and his loving deeds

The very lifeline of our lives to view
In his joy, we find our peace true…
He is the love ever to find
With him, the life is more to bind…