Oh, my little love, All of 2 feet, I leap across to surprise you, And scared instead you weep! It's just me, don't cry! I take you in my arms And wipe your tears dry,
Oh, my little love, You hold on to me tight, I scared you, And yet in my arms you hide
A minute passes, Then another, You've let go of the embrace, But now I need another
You forgive in a moment, And flash your disarming smile, I'd do anything for it, And make it stay a long while
To my 1.25 year old niece, who hasn't quite understood surprises yet, but knows a great deal about forgiveness and letting go