For NOF
My grandson
noised my night
yet through his tempest
and upon his perfect head
I laid my love and hopes
Hopes that I
can lift this child
to heights
way above my station
and guide unhurriedly
and watch with slowing breath
as my son's son
tames the world
My eyes will crust
my gait will slow
but I will see and dance
as the boy in the cradle
then the man in his castle
makes his Grandfather proud.
Angela
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Thank you Gloria.
As you say "It's all about love......."
Love is like a mess of jewellry, some of it paste, some of it priceless but all of it glorious.
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