Mycroft enters

And there is sunshine.

Exuberant and Happy,

This child looks,

His eyes seeking knowledge.

His face wreathed

In joyous smile,

His hand reaches out

To touch my face

With eager fingers

And darting moves

To know me,

To love me.

Thus he enters 

Into my life!

One cannot help

But love

This blithe spirit

Of radiance,

A being that brought

Light into my days

Of pandemic doldrums.