Heard a song in the garden .
It was so soft without any burden.
The song flowed down the aisle
and through the windows in a sail.
Pushing the curtains little and peeping
found my grand-daughter singing
Knowing, my presence would make her halt
stood with tempered feelings behind the slot.
Our own children made us responsible. .
but their children grant us pleasures invisible
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One reply on “My Grandchildren”
A very sweet moment to share.