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Grandma
Through the willows of winter and the spirits of spring
Into your eyes where the moonlight sings
Through sorrows and sunsets and sounds of psalms
Through the slow and steady whisper of waves
To the shivering shadows and beginnings of days
You shine golden and glow even grey
As silhouettes swim in your infinite brain
Flashes of weary worries have ceased
You’re free to fly the sky and fall with the leaves
― Marshall Parker
I Am A Grandma
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Beautiful.
~S~
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I have read a couple of your
I have read a couple of your poems tonight . . . but this one, wow!, this one really resonates. Reminds me very much of my own grandmother.
Starward
;-)
Sweet & beautiful
I agree.
This was very beautiful.
Thank you for sharing. (^-^)
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo
Oh, that was enjoyable!
Oh, that was enjoyable!
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
:) that poem was just
:) that poem was just beautiful
Much Love
Ashley