Beautiful caring eyes with a tinge of crimson,
Reflection of love on a bright and sunny day,
Our little eyes met yours full of much affection,
Don't cry, Grandpa, come, come and let’s play today.
Our eyes and your eyes, our hearts and your heart
Together again even if we can’t embrace,
Let’s play through the glass that keeps us apart,
Love stretches bigger than the bound of space.
Your strong hand carrying many goodies for us,
The length you went through to be here today.
Grandpa, you sure know how to make a fuss,
Though this will take us to the far end of May.
The bond that we have can never be broken
By this thing that goes prowling around us
Let’s enjoy every breath, every moment
You’ll protect us, Grandpa, you’ve got guts.
Beautiful caring eyes with a tinge of crimson,
Reflection of love on a bright and sunny day,
Our little eyes met yours full of much affection,
Don't cry, Grandpa, come, come and let’s play today.
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Author:
rrodriguez (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My brother visiting his grandchildren. Because of the outbreak in the area they live at, they have to be separated. I wrote this poem to show that even though the situation can be trying, it shouldn't stop us from finding a way to show our love.
- Category: Family
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Comments1
Super write, only seen my children and grandchildren via the web over the last few weeks so this is very relatable to me.
Andy
Thank you, Andy, for reading my poem and writing a comment. We do miss our grandchildren.
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