gifts from my grandchildren


Loving Purely

Laughing, they pounced
upon my old bones
tickling mercilessly.
And how I laughed
from joy that errupted in my spirt
and dashed the pain of age.
I was 4, I was 2
understanding for those moments
how God intended our lives to be.
His ambassadors, loving purely,
showed their Mammy.
Mac and Maddie, I thank you.





Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2009-08-14 at 02:51

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Bjanka
...how touching....no greater love than the one from the little ones...the purest, the biggest and the last love we have...
2009-11-09


Kathy Lockhart
those children and you are blessed to have each other.
Again Mr. Oarr is very rude.
2009-08-14


Brian Oarr
Yet more offal.
2009-08-14