Two arms to wrap around them,
A hand to wipe a tear,
These little ones are part of me,
Of that, it's pretty clear.
Their faces light up when we meet,
Raised up for me to kiss,
And shining bright, four eyes of blue,
Fill me with utter bliss.
She chatters out her latest news,
Pride written in her smile,
He's only very little yet,
But he knows how to beguile.
I feel a joining of my soul
With them, we have such fun,
It's lovely to hear my name ring out,
And one Granny's heart is won.
© Ernestine Northover
What a lovely poem of family bliss. Really enjoyed this one. Love, Andrew xx
Well Ernestine What A beautiful Circle.............. God bless...
Ernestine, If I didn't know better I would think I wrote this! (I hope you arn't offended by that) We really do have a similar style don't we? I love this poem. Your grandkids are very lucky to have such a wonderful grandma. Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem is just adorable. I really loved the 'four eyes of blue' as it just struck a chord with me. And the names Lois and Luke do their alliteration so well.... Karin Anderson