She is so sweet, and only three feet,
Her golden hair, is only just there,
A smile, a grin, can easily begin,
To charm a Gran, her No.1 fan,
We laugh a lot, but don't care a jot,
For we have fun, and when we are done,
Onto the sofa she flops, and then drops
Off to sleep, and I very quietly peep,
And observe her face, so full of grace,
In gentle rest. I am so blessed,
She warms my soul, she makes me whole.
© Ernestine Northover
Cocooned in such bliss.What a pleasure to hold.You have expressed this so well.Love Duncan
i can like most parents and grandparents relate to this, the poem itself captures the youthful spirit of a child, thankyou for pointing this one out for me. yours sincerly Vincent
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sweet maternal bliss, lovely verse. Andrew x