father cheeky papa, and cheeky girl

A itty bitty poem on the fleeting passage of time. All things pass. For me I hold my late father in my heart and mind. When Summer is older maybe I will tell her about her grandfather. Then she will understand the grain of her father's character.
For now she is too young to remember anything. Except maybe for the funeral wake, when she sat quietly in a chair, just watching the strange adults moving about. She was just a baby/toddler then. 15 months old. Between that and now she hated jokes, would cry when she heard "papa wants to eat you." [Don't eat me!! After got blood and bones!! Boo Hoo!!]
Since then she has learnt to like jokes. Likes "cheeky". At this point in time, we are "cheeky girl" and "cheeky papa".

"La noche buena se viene, La noche buena se va, Y nosotros nos iremos, Y no volveremos mas."
-- Old Villancico

Sweet evenings come and go, love,
They came and went of yore:
This evening of our life, love,
Shall go and come no more.

When we have passed away, love,
All things will keep their name;
But yet no life on earth, love,
With ours will be the same.

The daisies will be there, love,
The stars in heaven will shine:
I shall not feel thy wish, love,
Nor thou my hand in thine.

A better time will come, love,
And better souls be born:
I would not be the best, love,
To leave thee now forlorn.

Sweet Evenings Come and Go, Love- George Elliot