My Borrowed Love Interest. Care to Read?

That is astoundingly beautiful, Shirley, ya used to hide that talent of yours, remember? I am glad you let us in...

Yowee Shirley was first thinkin other but then I read on.

I admit however I enjoyed the thought of borrowed.

OK no boys really, but dreaming, giggling in the jama sleep over, I love it, and have been there.

This was absolutely lovely

First sleep over, flashlights

scary fright into ghostly nights

finally exhausted the OMG gossip

falling into slumbers slip

not so encumbered

but entwined

limbs in their diviine

momma came in, brushed back some hair

sat in a chair

vigil kept as we slept

night crept

to dawn

Youthful fawns

soon to end the dreaming

screaming

running to the fragrance

assumed deliverance

clamoring, chattering, as children will

Blueberry pancakes the new thrill.

Sounds like fun to stay at Grammar's House , Really nice poem I enjoyed reading this thank you :)

A poem that is oozing with love. I bet you are a wonderful Grandmother Shirley and your g. daughters have immense fun when they are staying with you.

don't know the lingo good enough to say other than i liked this and it brings back memories of grand parents... i remember shadow puppets on the wall.

Ah shirley, what touched me most is the contrast between raisin' boys who gifted you with li'l girls. Let me share an even bigger contrast...never my own children, though now with two grown steps...one of each...whom I love as my own...but they've a dad too...divorced, not deceased. So there's just a wee line of demarcation still evident and, although it hardly hurts, it does pester emotionally now 'n' again...just generally...nothin' they do!

BUT...these four grands...two of each...they're as much mine as anyone's...and baybay do I let 'em know it! They live so far away...us in CT, they in Indiana...but we see them as often as possible with reciprocal visits and...PRASIE GOD...they ARE SUCH A GIFT! T'anks for sharin' love... :)

You are blessed, Shirley

grandchildren are to be loved and I can see you do...

thank you for a peak into your kitchen

into your heart

It is great when they are not yours.That way peace and quiet return..LOL

Nice poem reminding us how special children are to most people.

Bye

Heart-tugging...heart-warming...

What a delightful look into what seems a very happy family.

Thank you for sharing, although from your title I thought you

might have been referring to Neonman...lol

I'd say things worked out perfectly. Great ending...lovely poem.