When he was two they scampered
on the field far towards the trees
and he picked wild cherries off the grass
and tried to eat them; her
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This is really lovely, Linda. I think it is more prose than poetry, but it is a wonderful piece about memories being made. It reminded me of my own piece 'Stepping Stones to Shakespeare'...same theme. What lovely memories you made for your grandson. Raynette
Breath taking Linda.... Such a serene sense through out - until the end - when it was the end..... I can't imagine any emotion more worthy of your great talent....
Thank you so much John. This means a lot to me.