Above were a few birds hovering
And an airplane passing
My grand-daughter put on her swim dress
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How could she know that I too was swimming Hers was real, mine was virtual........................great poem.
Both you and your little grand daughter enjoyed the poolside but her was something difference. She plunged into the azure water and did swim was real. You were in trance and in virtual. Dear madam this has been so nicely inscribed by you. Let it be quoted... But the way She enjoyed was different From the way I did . '/////////////// That's it granny', moments later Little girl nudged me How could she know that I too was swimming Hers was real, mine was virtual But.... you know my imageries, I'm sure As a poet. Beautiful poem shared Thanks for sharing.
I always welcome that solitary silence and solitude.....peace of mind is so crucial. An excellent poem dear madam.