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Her hand grasps my finger
To cajole me to play.
She raises her arms up
To be lifted and swayed.
The sun can’t compete
With the shine in her eyes.
The warmth of her hugs
And her radiant smiles.
I’ve been here before.
The future is crystal clear.
The day will soon come
When her attention will veer.
Now she only knows love.
Age and cool play no role.
This time is so precious.
Oh how fast it will go.
Parents cannot foresee.
Grandparents remember.
I cherish these days when
Her hand grasps my finger.
Happy Birthday, Addie.
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So sweet. How wonderful to have moments like those. We definitely need to take them when we can.
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Yes. It doesn’t get any better than this.
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One of your best poems, I guess you had the right inspiration.
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Thanks, Ro. Yes, I guess I did. In the same way I take photos to capture a physical moment, I reach for words that harness the feelings before they escape.
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Awww … sweet.
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She is oh so sweet. I could eat her up.
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A lovely birthday tribute – I like the way you begin and end with the grasp of a finger.
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Thanks, Andrea. Yes, I’m trying out what I think of as a “cyclical” writing style. Appreciate your feedback.
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So gorgeous – would be beautiful for holding inivdidual cookies or tiny round photo frames as a wedding favour – if you overlook the time it probably takes to create each one 😉
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