Today, I have a post over at The High Calling – a story about having no grandfather stories. The post will be live this morning. As a small introduction…
Grandfather’s Story
He stares, dimly, peering
at, listening to this
world he’s been
designed into.
His hand wraps
around my finger, with a
surprisingly strong grip
for one less than
an hour old.
I lean my head and kiss
the little forehead, and
I know:
today, a grandfather
has been born.
Wonderful. I love the finish.
ReplyDeleteAnd one happy Grandpa at that ...
ReplyDeleteVery fun!
ReplyDeleteSo much deep tenderness in this poem, Glynn. You're a natural at that grandfatherly stuff.
ReplyDeleteThat was coooool!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the big ol' smile today, Glynn. Love this.
ReplyDeleteI love the finish too. The turn, on being born.
ReplyDeleteSo sweet. Especially love the ending.
ReplyDeleteI love that you are starting a grandpa tradition....Can hardly wait for my own!
ReplyDeletehis little hand wrapped around your little finger
ReplyDeleteand you wrapped around his.
pretty good deal.
And so begins one of the sweetest journeys of a lifetime. So precious Glynn.
ReplyDeleteLove the way you leave your heart on the paper, Glynn. Great example. Really liked the post at the High Calling too!
ReplyDeletepleasant post.
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ReplyDeletehow are you?
please vote when you have a moment,
you are nominated, automatically, u win 1 vote,
when you vote for other poets, u win another vote for yourself,
thanks for the attention.
So glad I dropped over for the poem, too... This is lovely.
ReplyDelete^_^ I suppose I should say congratulations? Well done - I enjoyed the poem wholeheartedly.
ReplyDeleteOh, that was precious!
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