Poetry First
My toddler grandson
snuggles close, reads
the illustrations of girls and boys
cloud-watching,
somersaulting,
running out to play.
Sleep time, I rub his back.
In pitch dark I tell
him his dolphin
pillow is so soft. He replies,
No, it’s not a dolphin.
Dolphins have small teeth.
Whales have small teeth, too.
It’s a shark, Oma.
They have big, big teeth.
His voice trailing off,
I suggest we write a poem
about this in the morning,
after breakfast.
He drifts off, whispers,
Okay. But poetry first.
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Love this sweet and poignant picture of a grandmother and grandson!
What a delight! I can see a wonderful book unfolding here!
Grandmother, grandson and poetry! You captured it all. Thank you for sharing these tender moments.
Sweetness, especially love the second stanza!
And a poet in the making “He drifts off, whispers,
Okay. But poetry first.”
What a heart-warming poem. Enjoy the snuggles and the poetry and take care for another year.
I love the thought of you introducing your grandson to writing poems. my daughter’s first poem spoken when we were living in Frankfort and her dad was working in Louisville:
the sun comes down
from Louisville hill
with bopp, boppo, boppo
Such a sweet moment. Thank you for sharing!
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That’s awesome! Great moment and great poem!