His precious smile is worth much more
than any gleaming gem
I wish somehow that I could store
a massive hoard of them
his laughter is a sweeter song
than maestros could invent
and I want to hear it all day long
to know that he's content
his presence is a blessed gift
that sometimes seems unreal
but cherised when I feel the lift
from every joyous squeal.
Are You Reading Me?
4 comments:
Precious! I could listen to my grandson's laughter for hours and hours!
There's nothing like grandchildren! They're the sunshine on even our cloudiest days. Nicely said. :)
wow that's a good poem i thought it was cute
Well thank you Donna, Shirley and Erica!
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