A little poem from last night, that might resonate.
My daughter holds her niece,
My granddaughter,
Against her chest
As they watch tv.
Blue’s Clues.
She likes that show,
My granddaughter
They’re quiet, still,
And I want to live forever
To watch them grow
Into their names
Into their grey hair
Into flowered dresses
Into forever
My fear isn’t that l will not live
I have.
But that I might miss their living
And not be there the moment
They need me most
And those moments
they need me the least
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Such a beautiful poem. Your love resonates in every word. I hope you save this and give it to your children and grandchildren. They will cherish it forever.
Thanks Robin. I’ll leave a trail for them to discover my poetry, sort of like a scavenger hunt