Grandchild
Replicas of time and face
Static curiosity zips all over the place
Always glowing, never slowing
Reminding me of earlier days.
Giggles notwithstanding, hush!
You turn my capably educated mind into mush
Ever soaring, mind is roaring
I cannot stay apace with all this rush!
Bent over with sides heaving
I check my watch. How long until you’re leaving?
Out of gas, watch you crash
Oh, my you are an angel sleeping.
Kathy Adams 2012
ever so true as in your poem..
*Kathy*
Equally adorable when grown,
respectful of love thru aging
Lady Vivian
Connie
I know the feeling! I have 4 that I see regularly, sometimes they spend the night. I have 3 I don't see. Grandchildren are the light that shines for me. I have a poem, Brooke, that I wrote about my lovely 14 yr. old granddaughter. She's growing up and looking at 'boys' now. She just started high school this year! Nana's going to worry about her!
Many blessings and love,
+Linda