Grandma's Arms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Grandma's Arms



Tired from the early morning sun, rising and shining upon her,
a little one sleeps on while rhythms dance in her head and
through her subconscious mind while asleep in her Grandmother's
arms.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Wrote this while holding my youngest Granddaughter as she slept.
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