With love to my grandkids

If only I could,
I would have presented my grandkids the world without bitter crust.
I would remove the seeds of hardship, I wouldn't to allow unjust,
If only I could,
I would fed them only the sweet , sweet life.
Sweep out the dirt from their ways,and always help them survive
if only I could
reach the sky I would clear it of dust ,dirt and husk
I would embroider the heaven with doves of shalom, and peace at last
However , I aged ,
gray hair covered my head ,wrinkles paved my face,
But look in my eyes such sparkle intense,
This love able to fix the entire world
for my dearest grandkids

If only I could , if only I could , I would!!!
@

My grandson

When I saw you for the first time,
my heart was beating tuk , tuk, tuk,
my grandson!
I became a grandmother,
but felt as a little girl
who is ready .
cry of joy.
all of a sudden!

@


Once I taught you how to...

Once I taught you  how to distinguish colors
lilac, pink, white,
you repeat after me liak ink ite ...
Your babbles was music for me!

Once I taught you how to draw ...
Girl, sun,  sky,  and tree
Your  "creations " were masterpieces for me!
I post them on the kitchen wall.
 
Once I taught you how to write words
And you wrote: "Grandma I love you"
This piece of paper  still most  precious to me!

@

My granddaughter

Poetry is not me.
I am the prose of life.
In this world
there are people,
that know and love me,
but I feel a bit childish.
I am ready to cry
from happiness,
when I saw you,
my granddaughter,
for the first time.

@

Today is the day of Happiness.
This is when they can not wait for you to return
This is when you  want to get back as soon as...
And  do not say goodbyes ...
This is also a call from your grandkids
When the heart beats tuk tuk tuk
That's what Happiness means

@

Wind
restless as a monkey ,was rocking the trees.
Breeze
lazy as a cat, was rolling  mice- waves.
Storm
furious like a tiger, was hunting for ships.
Cyclone.
buzzing like wasp, was sweeping the coast.
Thunder,
As a keen hawk hunting for lightning.

While my grandson was sleeping under
warm blanket...


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