GRANDMA KNOWS

I want to flow upon a stream
to the place where children dream,
where Astronauts float in space,
and every star a smiling face

follow where the strong winds blow,
like stories only grandma knows,
where they run and sing with cheer,
where they love without a fear,

like warm hands that touch a cheek,
where the small are never weak,
and the halls are filled with joy,
about a girl, about a boy,

the slightest smile revealing dimples,
where the sky is bright and simple...
with Astronauts floating in space,
and every star a smiling face.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I truly liked this poem. You had Grandma words and face in the words. Thank you Rene for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote