POEMS FROM THE HEART: GRANDCHILDREN

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Wednesday, July 13, 2011

GRANDCHILDREN

GRANDCHILDREN THE HOUSE IS NEAT THE FLOOR IS CLEAN WE HEAR NO YELL, NO SUDDEN SCREAM NO BALL COMES BOUNCING OFF OUR DOME OUR GRANDCHILDREN HAVE GONE HOME NO SHORT FAT ARMS AROUND OUR NECK NO LIPS THAT GIVE A SHORT SWEET PECK THE HOUSE SO EMPTY, WE'RE ALONE OUR GRANDCHILDREN HAVE GONE HOME NO FLIES COME IN AT OPEN DOORS NO LITTLE PUDDLES ON THE FLOOR ICE CREAM STILL THERE, NOT ATE A CONE OUR GRANDCHILDREN HAVE GONE HOME NO GRANNY, GRANNY, WE WANNA DRINK NO GLASSES BREAKING IN THE SINK IT'S ALL TO... Sign in to see full entry.

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