795, an Ode to Mom and Dad
If I could turn back the calendar...
17 weeks and 3 days,
So, I guess that is all it takes...
She has a secret smile;
it could be from anything...
When it gets hard to breath
The air of self-indignation...
For decades from afar
I have looked on...
Mimi, hey, that's me!
I'm known to my grandbabies as Mimi...
With his skin so soft
his rosy lips...
She reminds me of once being a child
times were way different then...
Tinted with rose
Are the memories of yore...
Hearing children laugh
As they play with...
You came home that day
With three little baskets...
It came,
hushed and shy...