
Gently I pick a light fluffy down
Blowing gently thy breath against it
The thistle seeds dance through the air
I'm thinking of you
My Dear Sweet Grandmother
Remembering
Your telling me a long time ago
Make a wish my Darling
Blow and your dreams will come true
I realize now it was a magical fairytale then
Between us
If only it were real
I would gently blow thy breath against it
Waiting for the sun to set
For that is a moment I remember best
Your walking back from the meadow
Behind you a beautiful sunset
Copyright 2007
You write from the soul of your heart. Thank you for this work.
Best regards,
Chris
God Bless
Love always
Lena
"A Magical Fairytale Then"
Debra this poem is breathtakingly beautiful!
The words used causes one to conjure up the images of a Grandmother figure walking just as you described as the sun glistens radiately around and behind...causing a somewhat halo to appear around her.
Magnificent giving away to heartfelt memories to each reader of perhaps their own Grandmother!
Thank you,
From the Heart of an Arist
Fee
Regis
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
I have enjoyed the reading of the magical lines of this magnificent composition... "A Magical Fairytale Then" ia a picture of blissful time of wonders and dreams.
I salute You, Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Rusty
Be safe,
Karen
her love!
Enjoyed this beautiful touching poem!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~