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age of treason
by Charlie Morganhis domain is words, "no!,"
the gatekeeper to his world.
"more makrony" his request.
knaves, Kings he doesn't know.
but he knows what he wants.
and he's fixed on a thought.
"Pappaw, hold you!" his reach.
inside i cry; outside i laugh.
"sure you can hold Pappaw!"
in my arms he's Charlemagne,
owner of all vistas he can see.
as i look deep into his eyes.
his eyes show the seven seas;
and the seven ancient wonders;
and most especially my heart.
730 days of growth and grins
has brought his wonderous face
to me this day; a two year old.
and forget the terrible twos,
that's a rhyming sequence.
when, in fact he's learning
that this big, big world is his. 06/23/2008 Posted on 06/23/2008
Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/23/08 at 05:45 PM Goodie goodie, a grandpa poem. I am all smiles and joy reading you Pappaw. What a gift of worlds you are to each other and to us for your sharing it. |
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