a tribute to the memory of a special grandmother, but then aren't all?
WATCHING A CHILD WHO IS MINE
by
Larriane Barnard
Watching a child who is mine,
I can see how I’d been once upon a time.
Propping an elbow on her knee,
chin in hand to listen and see.
The stories she told and while she spoke,
a second message in smile and stroke.
I felt the message those years ago.
I feel it still and watch it grow.
With children of children who come to find,
The love of Grandma too special to define
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
here here to all grannies
wonderful tribute!!!
a great tribute to grandmama. Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem