“Wrinkled skin but strong wit
Sitting by the fireplace
Big bright beauteous eyes
Tears of joy falling as time flies
Head tilted on one side
Eyes closing every now and then
Distress turned into ecstasy
As she heard the doorbell ring
Blurred vision soon cleared up
A young man enters followed by a woman
It took a while for her to recognize
The man handed over something
Wrapped in a flannel blanket,
She felt it with her shakey hands
A small heart beat was felt by her trembling fingers
And a cry which she never thought would hear
“It’s a boy, grandma” said the man
A proud smile appeared and eyes narrowed
A final drop of joy caressed the floor
She held the baby close and went into a deep sleep.”
- All the poetic content in this blog is entirely fictional.
- Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
- It also has no resemblance nor inspired by the personal life of the author.
- The pictorial content used in this post is not owned by the author.