I see you sitting over there
holding grandson in your arms
in your old Boston rocking chair
captured by an infant's charms
And I've seen that look before
years and decades in the past
contentment, love and so much more
a look I thought whose time had passed
So grandmadonna rock that child
the tiny son of second son
sing to him with pure voice, mild
another journey has begun
Style/Type: Structured: Western
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Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
lovely x
lovely x
Hi Sue
Thank you.............stan
A sweet love poem in the truest sense
what more can I say - one to pass on this lovely child
you came to Boston ..Stan
and didn't say Hello
I was at the Mcdonalds
waiting for you
Hi Jen
I've loved her as a girlfriend, a woman, a wife, a mother. Now there's another way to add to the list.........stan
So lovely
To meet someone who loves and respects and puts it down in verse
Hi Frenchi
I have 2 major muses and of the two, nature is the easiest to write about. Thanks for dropping by..........stan
Hey loved
Lol the rocker came from Boston. Be pretty hard to get Me that far up north lol...........stan
okay okay
Nothing is far in jet age..
I travel the world
in my physical self
as well as imagination
latter mostly
hahaha..