Because
Love and understanding,
compassion in times of trial.
Each of these I give to you
without reserve, my child.
Because my heart could not be less,
it is always open to you.
The joy you bring to me
I would give, in kind, to you.
The NaPoWriMo Day 7 prompt asks us to write a poem of gifts and joy,
for ourselves or others.
Image: Of course my granddaughter would be gazing with wonder into her motherโs eyes.
rivrvlogr 
This truly brought tears to my eyes… One of the most touching poems I have read here about a little baby, your granddaughter. You should have this piece framed for her when she grows up. Absolutely touching! ๐
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Thank you.:D
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Reblogged this on Beckie's Mental Mess and commented:
REBLOG: I felt so touched by this moving poem from Grandfather to Granddaughter. “Rivrvlogr” is the author, and I hope you enjoy this piece as much as I have. ๐
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Thank you for sharing this. โค
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You’re welcome. ๐
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Precious photo and sentiment! ๐
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Thank you. ๐
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You have such a way with words to express emotion. And who wouldn’t smile at that photo? (K)
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๐ Thank you, Kerfe. ๐
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All of what Kerfe said! ๐
Lovely thoughts in the poem. I feel the same way–and that photo captures perfectly the bond between mother and child.
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๐ Thank you, Merril. ๐
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Poetry month. Thats a big undertaking.
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Quarter of the way there!
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