it is like tossing
small pieces of joy
into the open air
watching them catch
the sky like miracles
the laugh bubbles up
bursting into your chest
the weight of their trust
wrapped around your arms
sweat slips down temples
but you keep throwing
lifting their lightness
to meet their own laughter
and when the ground comes
you are still there
hands like anchors soft
holding their falling faith
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gray0328 (
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Simply lovely Gray this poem paints a vivid picture to an old grandfather and also of past memories of his own children but there is more. This is also a metaphor of casting young minds and spirits upward and catching them in their fall. Being that safety net to prevent harm. A lovely poem
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