Looking into his eyes so blue
Like gazing into the heavens
A beautiful spring day
The robins sing along with my heart
A gentle kiss
And global warming takes control of my soul
We walk hand in hand across the field
A fit so perfect
Gliding on the swing together
My heart takes flight
I run my fingers through his golden hair
He smiles and knows I love him so
Small words he speaks
but it sounds like a symphony of violins
If I had only known this feeling long ago…
I would have wanted grandchildren first
How beautiful........I adore my two grand baby boys.......wish they lived closer. Thank you for this lovely poem........marci. :)
And global warming takes control of my soul, makes the poem, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,
Awww, such an excellent write Patricia! ! Thank you for sharing! ! Always, Nick
One for your Book, no doubt...And could this be th' first glimpse of thy Knight outside his shining armor? ~ F.J.R. ~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice, Patricia... the love between a grandmother and grandchild is truly special. Well done! Brian