A Child Glows

delightful youth,
my heart’s jewel,
you are light-bearer,
hope for the future –

antics haphazard,
laughter contagious,
spreading joy,
sparking imagination –

I pray that your spirit
remains joyously vibrant,
that reality dawns gently –
does not spoil the radiance
of your glow.

(Written in honour of my granddaughters, for dVerse pub, where Lillian is hosting and a quadrille based on the prompt spoil is called for.  Also linking up with Ragtag Community – jewel, Fandango’s- haphazard, and Manic Mondays 3 Way Prompt – heart. )


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

67 thoughts on “A Child Glows”

  1. Our grandchildren are 7 months, 2, 3. 4, 5, 6. 10 & 11. Your precious poem applies for all of us. Wearing the Grandfather grin now.

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  2. Oh I LOVE this so much!!!! And the photo is contagiously joyous and fun! Quick note: last line…do you mean “your” rather than “you”
    My grandchildren are not 8, 10, 10, 12 and 12. I love seeing them grow….but I do miss those young days of hilarious laughter at the silliest of nonsensical knock knock jokes! 🙂

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