Unconditional Love

All she has to do is be herself,

stern, discerning, crying, an very occasional smile,

I love her every minute, I love her little

ears and fingers, her yelps out the window

and delayed waves to passers-by.

All she has to do is be, be Mira, my little girl,

the daughter of my big "little girl".  

No need to capture a smile, too difficult anyway,

just be you, little girl, between grandma and baby,

it's all about unconditional love.

you can count on it.

tag: Mira