~ Mamal’s Who Glow ~

by A. L. O'Prunty

They think the birds follow me;

(I allow them to think it so)

My grandbabies, in awe,

At the bay window

They think flowers bloom in my wake;

(I allow them to think it so)

As they follow close behind,

The rows of seed I sow

They think I’m a playmate;

(Indeed, this is so)

As my aging heart sings,

Youth’s love laced solo:

(Without them time would drag

Into, the winters of life,

And heart songs would cease;

Devoured by stress and strife),

But what they think this I know…

Grand babies are gifts, the heavens bestow,

Just ask “the Mamal’s” who wear a glow!

© O’Prunty


3 Comments to “~ Mamal’s Who Glow ~”

  1. beautiful blessing and palpable ! Thank you ~ Debbie

  2. Fun! And I agree about grandchildren!

  3. Thank you Deborah and Russ for your kind comments 🙂

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