Sophie is the tall one with all those luscious curls. And here we have Ivy eating apple pie, her favorite dessert!!
Indulge me while I share a poem I wrote when Sophie was a toddler and Ivy was about to be born. Although not great literature, I hope it expresses my wonderment and joy I.ve found in all my grandchildren.
I never believed in fairies but I wanted to
In the shadowed corner of a stone porch my whispering sister stole the secret of Santa, the Easter Bunny and all things magical from me.
Witnessed: miracle of my beautiful daughter from my body Witnessed: miracle of my beautiful granddaughter from her body
Now I have unabashed faith in fairies. Can there be any other explanation for these mysticall creatures who now visit my spirit's garden?
Winged wonders flitting through my life brightening my soul with each touch of their sparkly wands stunning with their magic dust fallout of splendor that fertilizes the love hidden in every rocky cleft, thorned bush and uncurled frond of my being
Happy Birthdays to all of you!!!!!
(How come line and word spacings are different drom what I do and then what is posted?)