Child,
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. )
Beautifully written, VJ!
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Thank you!
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that reality dawns gently –
does not spoil the radiance
of your glow.
this is the most beautiful prayer
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I agree with the multiple comments about “dawning gently”. What a tender prayer at the heart of this poem 💜
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Thank you, Lona.
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Beautiful! It reads like a prayer for your granddaughters 😊
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Thanks, Vivian.
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Since I teach 8th graders… I will simply respond to how beautifully you wrote this poem!
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Oh boy. I started out teaching 7/8 – takes a special person to handle that job.
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Special in every sense of the word….
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hahaha
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Wonderful prayer for your grand-children. “That reality dawns gently.” The innocence of childhood disappears too fast at times. Beautiful photo, V.J.
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Thank you, Olga.
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Beautiful! Grandchildren can give us such hope for the future. The pure joy of your photo is palpable. 🙂
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Thanks. They give us so much.
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Beautiful girls, and there is nothing like the joy of children. Beautiful poem.
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Thanks Teresa – they are the best!
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May those sweet smiles never be spoiled… love this tribute to youth… and may them teach us.
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They are great teachers. Thanks
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I love this poem and its sentiments. We should especially pray this over our babies: “that reality dawns gently” … Too early and too suddenly has dangerous effects on the psyche.
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It sure does. Thanks
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Oh such a beautiful write. I can hear the giggles – darling girls.
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Thank you
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A beautiful wish for your grandchildren for a gentle journey into the less pleasant aspects of reality.
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Lovely and something for them to treasure always ❤️
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Thanks- what a nice thought
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My grandkids love that I write poetry and I try and write funny ones for them 🙂
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That’s so sweet.
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They are beautiful girls! A lovely poem!
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Thank you Mary.
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Nice last three lines about reality dawning gently.
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That’s the best we can hope for them, right?
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Such a delightful verse!
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Thank you.
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This is full of light and life.
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It is! Thanks Ken.
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Not that reality is withheld, but that it dawns gently – beautiful!
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Thanks Jilly.
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Amen 😊 such a beautiful poem ❤❤❤
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Thanks so much.
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thanks. the header has always been there.
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Beautiful poem. I like the colorful header at the top also. Is the photo new or am I just way behind the times as usual?
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This is so lovely it’s weep-worthy…
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Are you a sentimental fool like me? Thanks.
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Probably both–for sure, sentimental, and maybe still a fool some days. You’re welcome 🙂
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a grandparent’s benediction, radiating with love. they are blessed to have you as a grandma
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Thank you. It is mutual.
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I can just hear the giggles! Lovely poem.
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Thanks.
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You are welcome.
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What beautiful little girls! The certainly do glow. Lovely writing, too.
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Thank you on both counts.
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So beautiful!!💕
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Thank you, Laura.
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Beautiful VJ… :-). I know the joy of grandparenting. Very well expressed here…!
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We are all so blessed. Thanks Rob.
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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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Aren’t they the best! Look at how many jewels you have!
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For me this is a timely poem: on Thursday it is my daughter’s birthday and I will be babysitting my grandson. Beautifully done, V.J.!
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Thanks Kim. Have fun!
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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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Knock knock jokes are hilarious. Everything is funny when you are 6 and 7. Thanks for the head up.
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Amen.
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Thank you
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