Sunday, September 4, 2011

Generations




Child of my child

Lies in my arms asleep,

There, my father’s brow

Here, my mother’s smile.

Her father’s chin and her mother’s hair…

Generations and generations

Warmly wrapped in a

Soft

Pink

Blanket.

7 comments:

  1. Beautiful poem about your grandchild...

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  2. How lovely. There is nothing more special than snuggling little baby grandchildren.

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  3. This brought a tear to my eye....beautiful!
    Blessings, Joanne

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  4. So restful. Peaceful. Filled with past and present love and comfort.
    Thank you for this loveliness.

    And thank you, also, Susan, for your comment on my Saturday posting. I love that you call one of your granddaughters "Bright Eyes." Such a descriptive name.

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  5. So beautiful! And an inspiration to study my sleeping daughter's features!

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  6. Oh, sweet. I can see the tiny hands....

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