Making sand castles
Playing aimlessly on the beach
His eyes twinkled
At the sight of an old Zaftig .
His memory shifted to his house
Where a similar woman
Smiles and adores him
Bakes delicious cookies
And surprise him with candy
On her lap he sleeps while reading
She gently cleans his drools
Her bosom fills with pride
He is a Xerox of his grandfather.
His castle tumbled down
With the rising wave
Old Zaftig was standing near
Smiling gently she offered him a candy.
*Zaftig – (of a woman) having a full, rounded figure; plump
Note :- And here comes the last Alphabet ending the challenge . Suddenly feeling as if there is nothing to do. I am grateful to the entire team and the bloggers.