No? You don't hear anything?
It's silence.
No more,
Gramma, I'm hungry.
Gramma, can I have some cereal?
Gramma, can we go to the swings? and
Gramma, can we play on the beach?"
Echo
In the summer breeze.
Reflections of
Six little heads with
Great big smiles
Appear in the waves
lapping onto shore.
Gramma...
What?
I love you.
Oh-me too this weekend, but just one. It's a sweet poem. I can hear the voices!
ReplyDeleteSuch a cutie! The photo and the "I love you" are the perfect endings to this sweet poem.
ReplyDelete-Stacey