Monday, October 4, 2021

Grandchild

You stealthily come,

tug at my comfortably numb heartstrings,

and occupy my bosom 

like you were landing on the moon,

and then, isn't innocence 

such overpowering, 

that I wish God 

had blessed me to hang on a little longer

and jived with you

until the moon and stars 

continued to shine in the sky,

together basking in your glory. 

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