My Child


My child begs for 1 more chance
to ride the highest roller coaster.
She wants to climb one more tree,
to hear the sounds of playful laughter
and listen to it echo off the sunset.
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My child giggles at the grass,
wriggling her toes into greeness.
She wants to fly to another place
to hear the sounds of foreign voices
and watch the sunlight streaming through the mountains.
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My child smiles at the candy
wanting 1 of each and every kind.
She longs to be spirited away
to experience the thrill of love,
but the child with her says, “Grandma. You’re too old!”
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Lol! Oh no you’re not, Grandma 😉
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In fact, when I was in OKC with my daughter, we went to an amusement park and I rode 2 roller coasters that her husband’s son wouldn’t go on. Thanks for seeing the beauty, as well as the humor. 🙂
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Lol! Child love you,,,,,,,, you are grandma, i don’t know
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A very proud grandma, indeed. 🙂
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Lol!
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LOVE YOUR POEM
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…and it’s so true. I was talking to my granddaughter when I called her for her birthday. She said something to the effect of, “Grandma. You’re old!” It made me laugh. 🙂
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Kids…! 😀
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Granddaughters keep us grounded. 🙂
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Smiling with you. There is nothing more beautiful than sharing playtime with our children. Love your writing; thanks for gifting us. 🙂
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I’m happy to give you smiles. 🙂
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