My granddaughter who is 13 is currently being homeschooled due to the coronavirus here in England and she had to write a poem about fear.
Category: Poetry
The scent of a woman ❤️
Subtle Comforting Exciting Noticeable Tempting. ❤️
Your soul.
Your soul is so gentle When it entwines around mine So full of colour So exuberant, divine. Your soul is so open So honest So
It’s yours to keep.
I give you my heart Please hold it gently Please keep it safe Because it’s yours to keep ❤️ I give you my heart May
Do you?
Do you look at the stars and think of me waiting here for you can you see me from where you are are
Waiting
I sit and muse, waiting under my tree My head resting low upon my knee Have I said something wrong to you? Have
The Frosty winter poem by my granddaughter. 🌹
My granddaughter came to see us today along with her mum, dad and little brother holding a piece of folded paper saying “Grandma I’ve written
Full moon dance. 🌹
Here comes a brand new moon let the dance begin gently swaying from side to side as I begin to sing feeling the cool
I hear you loud and clear.
Heard You don’t have to shout at me I hear you loud and clear you don’t need to raise your hand when you know
Calling out your name.🌹
Do you hear me calling you do you even care knowing that you’re not around is proving hard to bear my tears fall
Will you.🌹
Will peace ever find you will your mind ever rest will your memories fade with the time you invest ✨ will your heart stop
The graceful girl. 🌹
John and I went to watch our granddaughter who is nine perform in the pantomime Aladdin, she was one of the dancers and we
