I'm not weeping, CC; I'm writing and singing.
I'm praising God for the flowers and the plants.
I'm singing for my healthy granddaughter,
Who was born days ago; yes, she is pretty.
I'm ecstatic to see her smile.
Tears are showing and flowing in my eyes,
Because I can hardly express myself,
Or mention all that's happening, under the heaven.
We live in a criminal, hypocritical,
And unfair world. The dangers are everywhere,
And the bad guys are hiding around the tunnels.
CC will have to learn myriad of things,
How to breathe and touch the beautiful roses,
And get away safely from the sick trouble-makers.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to my nine-day old granddaughter.
Copyright © November 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
As new grandparents we can't help dreading the trials in store for the newborn... but the sight of such ravishing innocence floods our hearts with hope. It's been a long time since I've felt so alive... having my heart tugged this way. I invite you to read my post: MY GRANDSON AMON.