Faint at the sight of needlesa squeamish gene, I’m sure Suck it up, adult self admonishesChild looks away, breath held Sixty-two years its been thustoo many pokes to count And now there is new promisea vaccine to ward off the virus Hope reduced to one tiny vialbelieve me, this sleeve’s rolling up. (Written for Reena’s […]
For every childvowed to be the calyxto cradle each budding soulwith a tender heart But I am imperfectideals devolvingin the face of losscross unbearable Tend my own garden nowrecognizing the powerof example overridingoppression of control. (Image my own)
Concrete is cold, imposingdoes nothing for aesthetics At least we’re protected,I tell the littles, ignoring Snot dripping, slimeoozing from unsealedwindowsills, cobwebsand bits of shedding pink It’s the best I can do:four walls and a roof. Except the ceilingis bulging, mold and rotcertain to rain down on us While upstairs, the manignores the leaks, luxuriatesin his […]
Grandchildren-doesn’t get happier than that!!
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Sure doesn’t. Thanks Tina.
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I’m happy as a lark also when I can get out and experience nature with my camera. 🙂
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I must agree on all your points! Although I know nothing of grandchildren, I know the joy when I see it.
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Thanks Leya.
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I wholeheartedly believe this is more than happiness. Love children and nature.
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Thanks, and I think you are right..more like bliss.
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