A Tableau of Real Love

My granddaughter flees.

She runs straight for me.

We meet and embrace.

Her love brings delight.

Her joy at my sight

Fills me with laughter.

Written to attempt to create a tableau for the Saturday Mix, Lucky Dip, from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. A tableau is one or more verses, each with six lines, consisting of five beats or syllables each, with or without rhyme. A picture should come to mind as it is read.