Grandkids, So Precious & So Dear Poem by MARY PAGDATI

Imagine a treasure that grows grander and more sublime,
None more precious than grandkids, the wealth of a life-time.
And as I grow older and my anxieties pass me by,
I'll count my blessings in the abyss of the night sky.

We store treasure on this earth, a world so fake,
Knowing that all we've acquired, we must one day forsake.
What palaces, gold coins or fine-looking art,
Can compare to the utopia of an opulent heart?

My grandkids, dwell deep within that which is sacred,
A love so pure that cannot be invaded.
They're the beauty of life in all that I see,
And the legacy that'll live on, in my family tree.

When such time comes, and I'm galaxies afar,
This treasure will abide within me, on a distant star;
There, where heart and spirit will once more rekindle,
And a love so precious can never dwindle.

Nicosia, Cyprus