Meeting Juliet

I first met this pretty poppet

on a sunny, Monday afternoon.

We were formally introduced,

though, to be fair, she was halfway

through quite an interesting snooze.

I was instantaneously besotted!

Three weeks old and she had learned so much!

 

Juliet nestled, affably, upon my shoulder,

listening, intently to nursery rhymes,

discovering meanings in stories I told,

glancing, askance, from the side of her eye.

This genius of learning, only three weeks old,

extended her lungs as she started to cry.

 

Her beating heart was connected to mine,

On a Superfast Broadband to my soul!

A pristine addition to our growing clan!

A beautiful heralds glorious times!

The evening Standard, with their headline, ran:

JULIET MAKES HER GRANDAD A HAPPY MAN!