[Dedicated to Grandma Del and Grandpa Brian.]
A slow slide into wakefulness, my eyes
opening to the bright Gabriola
morning, stretching on the floor as I rise
and shine. Good morning, good morning, Grandma
quietly sings from the window. And how
are you this morning? I smile and raise my
head, noticing my cousins who just now
are stirring from their sleep. I breathe a sigh
of contentment.
Grandpa's in the kitchen
with a bowl of cereal, smiling and
giving me a hello on my way in,
in to orange juice and butterhorns, a grand
way to start the day, with the family
all around and a smile: Here, I'm happy.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
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Nice poem Steve,
ReplyDeleteVery true and always great memories, and a nice way to sum it up!
Steve, thank you for the memories. You are truly a great kid. You have brought a lot of joy into our lives. Love you Gabmac
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