Great GrandsonA Poem by Barbara WalkerI wrote this after babysitting my 11 month old Great grandson, Ayden
Ayden-my great grandson-
I was babysitting him and we hadn't seen each other for awhile, so, his view of me was rather dim. His memory is short, because his age is not long, as i gazed upon his face, I began to sing a song. He began to relax, laid back in my arms. I started rocking him, it couldn't do him any harm. He liked my singing, he thought it was swell, though I can't carry a tune, I wasn't going to tell. I only sing when we're alone, when no one else is here, because my voice hurts deeply, any grown-up ear. His eyes began to close, as I studied his face; asleep or awake, a baby is full of grace. I am thankful that I've lived enough years to experience this and I cry these happy tears.
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8 Reviews Added on August 26, 2013 Last Updated on August 26, 2013 Tags: babysitting, singing, baby, grandson, song AuthorBarbara WalkerLake Havasu City, AZAboutI am retired from the Postal Service. I find I write poetry to help myself through difficult times and I have written many poems in response to the chronic pain I've been living with for over 30 year.. more..Writing
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