Being at home and somewhat housebound with more energy returning every day has enabled me to explore some corners of the house which have been neglected. Today I came across a couple of poems from a magazine called "Good Times". I can't remember where or when I came across this magazine, but whenever that was I tore (stole) this page of poems out, and tucked it away. With thanks to Carol A. Cole of Surrey, B.C., here is the first one.
A Grandmother's Paradise
Celtic flute music floats from the kitchen
and the sweet smell of pancakes is promising.
A gentle summer breeze enters through the open door.
I can see the wild orange and yellow poppies
growing against the neighbour's house.
My little grandson is asleep on my lap,
his head nestled against my chest.
Am I in heaven
or does it just feel that way?
The second one will follow in time, but it is totally different, and I want those who read this blog to appreciate this one fully first. I know you can understand why I took it home with me!
2 comments:
Lovely. Your grandson over here loves you so much & will always snuggle on your lap any day!
I think he would rather dance. He doesn't seem to be much into snuggling! Too busy and too nosy.
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