Monday, December 28, 2015

JOYS.




His head snuggled upon my shoulder;
Her arms, clenched around my neck;

The firelight in their eyes,
An internal luminescence,

Seen only by wise old grandparents;
These are my golden elder-day joys.

~ Tiwago

1 comment:

Martha Jane Orlando said...

Simply beautiful . . . There is nothing better than being a grandparent!