His hair, white,
hers in ribbons,
her sweet face
calm and trusting,
innocent bliss,
his friendly face
wrinkled with experience,
wrinkles of time
send me through
a nostalgic tesseract…
generations of
life’s relations,
fictitious and realistic,
flash before my mind
and seems to magically
calm my core…
My visible smile lasts
for the duration of the block,
but stays in my mind’s eye
and nourishes my heart:
the grandpa pushing his
precious granddaughter
on the tree swing
symbolizes life’s simplest
and truest treasures
and reminds me that
life is beautiful.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
Wow! I love your writing style. This poem was beautiful written 💕
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Thank you so much. So glad you do!
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Enjoyed the beautiful words. 🤘✌🖖
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Thank you: it is truly touching to witness. I just rushed through retelling it this morning via poetry.
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Oh…. how I love a tree swing!!!!! So sweet, Walt! You sure know how to appreciate life! Enjoy your day! ❤️
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Your perception of life’s simple pleasures is truly beautiful, and insightful.
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Thanks, Ivor. Those two strangers will live in my heart forever.
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This is a lovely and moving poem.
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Thank you
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