This is a poem Dad wrote for Tess.
HOW MANY WAYS
How many ways, can one be wooed?
How many times, can one be won?
By fives and by tens, the tally does grow.
And this has just started, day one.
How many ways, can her gaze glaze your sweet tooth?
How many times, can your heart be spun ‘round?
With innocent eyes, hiding ‘neath lashes long,
She can twirl you to heaven, all twixt and a-twitters,
Leaving you loving, each moment divine.
How many ways, can the grin of Tess faze you?
How many times, can five teeth cap her dear smile?
Her wee tiny mouth shaped so perfectly neat,
With dimpled left cheek, it grows to a treat,
Transcending to beauty so pure.
How many ways, can dear Tess scoot so quickly?
How many times, can she not crawl the floor?
With left leg a-pullin,' right neatly tucked under,
She keeps you so busy, you rush to keep up,
But trying not too hard, as chase is the thing.
How many ways, can Tess savor sweet music?
How many times, can she both dance and sing?
Her tiny kind person, in music so steeped,
As God and the Muses smile off in the wings,
Applauding the fruits of one gifted, tres forte.
How many ways, can Tess scan her small tomes?
How many times, can she open and close them?
Her hearing stories is charming to see,
Her gentle hands “help,” turning the page,
In order not sequenced, more left to sweet chance.
How many ways, can Tess pick my shirt pocket?
How many times, can she lift my glass case?
By hundreds and hundreds, the tally does mount.
Playing this teasing game, pleasing us both.
How many new ways, will one be newly wooed?
How many new times, will one be newly won?
Is there a clue, or should past be our guide?
Yes, Tess-a-Bess, dear Tess-a-Bess, brava year one!
For Tess (l4 months) From Grampa (856 months)