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.
17 comments:
Wonderful. I love the finish.
And one happy Grandpa at that ...
Very fun!
So much deep tenderness in this poem, Glynn. You're a natural at that grandfatherly stuff.
That was coooool!
Thanks for the big ol' smile today, Glynn. Love this.
I love the finish too. The turn, on being born.
So sweet. Especially love the ending.
I love that you are starting a grandpa tradition....Can hardly wait for my own!
his little hand wrapped around your little finger
and you wrapped around his.
pretty good deal.
And so begins one of the sweetest journeys of a lifetime. So precious Glynn.
Love the way you leave your heart on the paper, Glynn. Great example. Really liked the post at the High Calling too!
pleasant post.
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So glad I dropped over for the poem, too... This is lovely.
^_^ I suppose I should say congratulations? Well done - I enjoyed the poem wholeheartedly.
Oh, that was precious!
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