Grandbabies
Our grandbabies' squealsdelight the ears with
sweet song of appeal.
On rose-petaled cheeks
echo soft whispers
of Aurora's noiseless breath.
With Love caressing our lips,
they kiss our antiquity,
kindling an ambrosia of memories,
internalizing aureate moments past.
Poetry by melanie sue
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Written on 2009-04-10 at 00:33
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