I'm looking today at text message photos of my oldest granddaughter trying on wedding gowns. When her mother tried on hers, we could not have envisioned a handheld device that could let us share such an intimate moment. But with change, what remains is the desire and the hope, as yours, for children of children who find our existence in themselves.
We all need to join you as the stand of pines. I have to believe that together we can shatter each and every blade, and watch our grandbabies turn into mini-me versions of ourselves, chins and all.
GOlly. What wonderful words. The first poem - Better Than Wings - so beautiful. The second one stung a bit, and I get it, but that last line - boom. And the final poem. I hope so too.
I love these poems. And I love the message in the last of the three--the longing to mature & have a family of one's own and the appreciation that comes from having achieved that dream--and now, on to the next generation.
I'm looking today at text message photos of my oldest granddaughter trying on wedding gowns. When her mother tried on hers, we could not have envisioned a handheld device that could let us share such an intimate moment. But with change, what remains is the desire and the hope, as yours, for children of children who find our existence in themselves.
You are such a gift to all of us💙
I love these!
Thanks, Steve.
So sweet. I especially love the one about white people leaving the country and the Indians staying.
It's beyond offensive that Indians are now being detained and arrested, their citizenship questioned.
We all need to join you as the stand of pines. I have to believe that together we can shatter each and every blade, and watch our grandbabies turn into mini-me versions of ourselves, chins and all.
GOlly. What wonderful words. The first poem - Better Than Wings - so beautiful. The second one stung a bit, and I get it, but that last line - boom. And the final poem. I hope so too.
Thank you. Just what is necessary these days.
Not a bad epitaph
I will send you an Audubon Calendar. When John was there, the birds were so tame they would practically land on his palm.
I find it challenging sometimes to distinguish between your prose and poetry. They have a kind of flow
I love these poems. And I love the message in the last of the three--the longing to mature & have a family of one's own and the appreciation that comes from having achieved that dream--and now, on to the next generation.
so tender
Just loved these three…
Wonderful! In every meaning of wonder!
wow. just ... wow.
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