Wednesday, January 23, 2008
SONNET # 3 (for IRISH Grandparents, and their grandson LOGAN)
LOGAN, grandson of Harold and Linda Your arrival followed bitten lips, breaths You enjoyed the make-believe world within But mother was in pain, gramps…for their first Of many grandchildren yet, impatient So, now that I see you yell, smile, sleep All the while kissed, held and embraced tightly By...
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