Grandbabies

Our grandbabies' squeals
delight the ears with
sweet song of appeal.

On rose-petaled cheeks
echo soft whispers
of Aurora's noiseless breath.

With Love caressing our lips,
they kiss our antiquity,
kindling an ambrosia of memories,
internalizing aureate moments past.



Poetry by melanie sue
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Written on 2009-04-10 at 00:33

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Your picture made me think of a picture I have of my three sons when they were little - no grandchildren yet, a little longer I hope lol - but I do look forwards to those joys very much whenever they happen - wonderful

Elle x
2009-04-10


TonyD
Such a sweet poem! Although it'll be a while before I have grandchildren of my own, I recognise the scene from meetings between my brother and my grand-nieces. You've captured the feeling exactly :-)
2009-04-10


Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes, this is indeed beautiful. "Noiseless breath". Two words that capture entirely the pure soulfulness of one so young. Thanks so much for this wonderful arrangement of words and thoughts, and for the memories they have rekindled of the innocence we are all born with.
2009-04-10


Kathy Lockhart
your poetry is almost as beautiful as your grandbabies. Now that's a compliment a grandmother understands and appreciates. Right?! : D wonderful
2009-04-10