Goldfinch60

My Grandchildren.



As each year passes

I see them grow,

When all are together

There are eleven in a row.

 

It stared twenty eight years ago,

The first of the eleven.

He came into my world,

My first grandchild.

Not believing how wonderful,

How wonderful he was.

But then came another,

And then many more.

Every one of them is special,

So special to me.

As my life continues,

My life full of the wonder,

The wonder of grandchildren,

My grandchildren.

I love them all,

Each and every one,

With a love so powerful

I could never be without them.

And never will be.

Comments3

  • orchidee

    Good write Gold.
    I too will write poems for folk - I just tell them to put the cheque in the post - no!! lol.

    • Goldfinch60

      Thanks Orchi.

      I don't charge too much just enough to buy a bottle of Laphroaig Triple Wood.

      Andy

      • orchidee

        If I had Laphroaig it would last longer, as I would add water to it. A Vicar had some booze in his cupboard. He said 'Erm, I'm not raffling it on a Sunday; I am saying 'all contributions of dosh gratefully received!' heehee.

      • Michael Edwards

        What a lovely gesture and a great write.

      • Joe Dawson

        You are a good man and it shows in your writing. Joe



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