There was a time when the world was still.
The road was narrow, there were no hills.
The days were long, the sun was bright.
There was comfort under the blanket of the night.
in Home Poems
This structure is very special.
It means the world to me.
It began on a strong foundation,
A very secure place to be.
I enjoyed this poem about family! I was blessed to be raised by great parents.
I'm here, my precious grandchild.
Come, climb upon my knee.
You are my little love.
You mean the world to me.
Precious Grandchild brought tears to my eyes. Gut-wrenching!