A snow blower at maximum throttle
has no cyclonic edge
on a happy quintet of grandkids
assaulting a stack of presents.
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You've captured a moment in time. And you've also really brought into play with your words, the Christmas spirit. Bravo, L&T
Warmth Rob.... A Real Christmas Cracker.... Immortalising a proper family Christmas, the imagery is stunning! Keep posting! Roger.
Beautiful, warm and heartfelt.Your grandchildren are truly poem worthy. Happy New Year! As always, Sandra
You set this up so well that I feel like I am there watch just out of sight and that is the true job of a poet, Well done with this poem.
Sheer delight conveyed, Maestro! To be genuinely happy for the writer of a poem, without some implicit demand, is as pure as a flute's sound...
And the greatest gift of all is your ability to see that the children are what it is all about in the first place. The gift to us is to be able to see the smiles on their faces!
I can see it all - you have stitched them in in bold tapestry colours and framed your family quintet for posterity. As for the ''mucus Grandpa' utterance, that will go down in family history and embarrass the protagonist for years to come. Glad the train went down so well. Her indoors must be chuffed. A thoroughly enchanting poem from a thoroughly enchanting wordsmith. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxx
'go to the world and multiply'...and you did...merry christmas
You've captured a moment in time. And you've also really brought into play with your words, the Christmas spirit. Bravo, L&T