My daughter’s new daughter
How precious and sweet
Beautifully perfect
From her head to her feet
...
Sipping his drink
As he sits on the bed
Rubbing his eyes
And scratching his head
...
As I lie here awake
Alone in my bed
Thoughts of last night
Start to run through my head
...
He sits drinking coffee
In his usual chair
Just within arms reach
But he’s not really there
...
As you get older
You start to expand
You try not to notice
Your extending waistband
...
There’s a void deep inside me
Life’s drifting away
The emptiness hurts more
With each passing day
...
It seems to help if I can write down what I'm feeling when I am upset. I have scribbled out many poems over the years but have always ended up throwing them away after a time. I have never allowed anyone to read them for fear that they would laugh or think I'm strange. I am certainly no poet but for me writing poems is therapeutic.)
My Daughter’s New Daughter
My daughter’s new daughter
How precious and sweet
Beautifully perfect
From her head to her feet
Ten tiny fingers
And ten tiny toes
All dressed up in lace
With a cute button nose
I look at her face
And I see her bright smile
I have to admit
Takes me back quite awhile
I remember the day
Brought my own daughter home
More precious than anything
I’d ever known
My daughter’s new daughter
How precious and sweet
Beautifully perfect
From her head to her feet