The Winter of life
The Winter of life
The cold of the Michigan Winter.
Bring back the sweet memories again.
Wishing for better days.
Feeling the sun.
Hot days.
Peace.
Paradise.
A dark eyes beauty.
Soft tender kisses.
Remember beautiful smiles.
Memories to heat the heart.
Sweet chases, slow dancing, warm embraces.
Rolling in dreams bad and good.
We fought the good fight.
I believed in you.
Disappointment blinds us.
I sit alone.
Sadness.
Hope.
New dreams.
Life began anew.
New baby is born.
I hold my small grandson.
We sit together. New dreams began.
Coyote
March 2009
I dont know what is more touching, your words or the baby that you carry so lovingly! I think the baby wins!!!!
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I agree. He is a charmer. Thank you for the comment.
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There is nothing quite like it holding a newborn… and our Grandchildren are so special … lovely words John..
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You are right. Today I’m watching my two grand boys. I take them to the park and let them run. Thank you for the comment.
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Beautiful reading as always, and a bonus of peek at that beautiful child. Thank you!
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He a big boy now. 45 pounds and will go to preschool. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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So much hope expressed here. What an adorable grandson. Praying for many new dreams and happy life for you.
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Thank you for the kind comment. I hope I have 40 more.
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Grandpa looks proud 🙂
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I’m. Thank you for the comment.
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