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