Wrote this when I was feeling very low, My grandson Is living with us now.
How startled you would be.
I'd hide and shout baby boo,
you would laugh and grin at me.
Just like a snow globe,
our lives were turned upside down.
You could turn us and shake us.
Only it wasn't snow that came,
But your love that fell around.
So I went and wrote a poem,
Baby boo was his name.
Since the day that you were born,
Our lives never was the same.
They say that home is where the heart is,
If that was really true.
Then my home would be with you;
Don't give up on us baby boo,
We won't give up on you.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2021-09-01 at 19:24
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HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS
When you were very small,How startled you would be.
I'd hide and shout baby boo,
you would laugh and grin at me.
Just like a snow globe,
our lives were turned upside down.
You could turn us and shake us.
Only it wasn't snow that came,
But your love that fell around.
So I went and wrote a poem,
Baby boo was his name.
Since the day that you were born,
Our lives never was the same.
They say that home is where the heart is,
If that was really true.
Then my home would be with you;
Don't give up on us baby boo,
We won't give up on you.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 208 times
Written on 2021-09-01 at 19:24
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