Dear Grand-Daughter Poem by Dianne Feaver

Dear Grand-Daughter



O' beautiful child, O' gypsy eyes
dewdrop lash and thistle down
how in evening light the sound
of hearts will break and sighs
escape as angel song.

O' beautiful child, O' wondrous gift
tangled curl and petal-brow,
how did we live before this,
the very air we breathe
so much sweeter now?

Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: children
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