You may have picked up from my Twitter feed that I have recently become a Grand-Mum again :)
This is why I have been absent from The Poetry Bank. I was there when my little precious came into this world and I wrote the following poem to honour it.
Precious Little Bundle
A unique little life, at what point did it start
When did it begin, the beating of her heart?
Dark minute lashes frame the bluest eyes,
As pink bow like lips shape her little sighs.
Her trust in me implicit, in my cradled arms,
Protected within them, safe from any harm.
Resting now - after her long entry to this world.
My precious angelic bundle, Grand-Mums little girl.
By Helen Stallard
May 30, 2014
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