I've been zapped....
Drained of all energy
and vigour.
She's a figure
of magnetic force.
Drags that source
of life
out of me.
I'm a deflated balloon,
a crescent moon,
an empty spoon.
Even the fire has lost its heat.
It's beat.
She took that, too
in just three hours.
Thankfully
I was able to give my grand-daughter back....
Know the feeling...if my memory serves me correctly...... Sid xxxx
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You portray the love/dread relationship between grandmother and grandchild with a delightful mix of extravagant images in this excellent poem. I spent yesterday minding my five month old grandson. He screamed for the first ten minutes and I worked my creative socks off to pacify and 'entertain' him for the rest of the afternoon. Breast is best, but it makes it mighty difficult for the breastless surrogate to cope. I hadn't realised just how hard my own mother worked with my three little cherubs over thirty years ago. Gorgeous poem. Love it. Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥