A granddaughter’s smile incites advantage
as she readies her nest for the nighttime story
she prepares each slice of magnetic universe
she tends to bottle warming and gifts;
the boys punctuate the fields with balls
that impress upon blankets of trampoline gravity
a vertical hope singing their holiday songs
plucking the strings of their bows
sailing their ships from universe to universe;
grandparent bliss eclipses
the last canvas of vision arranging the vibrations
into the pictures in all of our dreams.
Majestic Metaphors …traveled into celestial realm and jocund… thanks for shading Hon’ble Poet Lee Regards Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey Lee: I second Indira's opinion below. We do so love our grands. Adeline