BOGONG POETRY PAGES

GRANDPARENTS What a thing to be a grandparent, A spring surprise in autumn hue. Suddenly all the world is children And all the dreams are new. When all the failing sorrows Have been soothed by childish cheer And all the living magic Can be rekindled within a tear For a grandparent and a grandchild Are native allies afterall. One facing the springtime adventure, The other the stormy fall. To each life's schemes revealing The blessings and the harms. But what a gift to be a grandparent Grandchildren rushing to our arms. Virgo

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