Monday, September 23, 2019

Grandma's Lap


Grandma's Lap

There's no better place
to take a nap
than snuggled up
on Grandma's lap.

She finger sings the spider
up the water spout to me,
and I sit feeling sleepy,
while sitting on her knee.

She softly counts my fingers,
and then she counts my toes.
A yawn escapes from my mouth,
and my eyes begin to close.

Soon I'm drifting off to sleep
with dreams floating in my head.
I snooze and sigh with contentment, 
when Grandma's lap is my bed.

26 comments:

  1. What a delightful poem that captures Grandma’s love!

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  2. Bella questa poesia del pisolino.
    Buon martedi.

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  3. Connie, this is a precious poem! These are wonderful moments that pass too quickly. Hold them close.

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  4. Such a sweet poem - it reads like a lullaby.
    Thank you for sharing, along with the precious photo.
    I'm inspired to wish you both sweet dreams.

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  5. Oh, this is so very sweet!

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  6. Oh this is absolutely soothing and exquisite dear Connie :)))

    how magnificently and beautifully you described the whole process of sleeping young angles in laps of their kind loving grandmas :)

    i so enjoyed the cute delicate details ,it seemed i can see your adorable grandchild how he plays in your lap and then feels fall asleep :)
    thank you for this precious image ,you holding your grandchild look so serene and elegant :) i can feel the peace in your beautiful smile my dear friend!
    hugs!

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  7. Such a precious poem and picture. xo

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  8. perfect poem and lucky little girl. Delightful

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  9. Questa è una bella poesia.
    Buon martedi.

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  10. We are kindred spirits. I so relate to this poem. It is indeed a treasure to hold the sleeping child of your child.

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  11. Now I'm missing the grandchildren when they were little and I would hold them on my lap. I know you are fully immersed in being a gramma - how could you not be!! Enjoy it so deeply because it goes too darn fast. Love the photo and your poem.

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  12. sweet poem for sweet live

    # I follow you, hope, you follow me as well

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  13. Connie,
    I liked the familiar style of your web space. I will follow your blog!
    A hug!
    Douglas

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  14. Both poem and photo are miracles taken from the hot horizon of your heart.

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  15. A wonderful poem from an obviously very happy grandmother. Thanks, Connie, for including the photo of the two of you, so nice to have a visual with the words.

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  16. I just had to stop by …
    Lovely photograph and wonderful poem :)

    All the best Jan

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  17. Aww, so cute! What a beautiful bond and you wrote beautifully about it. Grandmas are amazing, my mom is also great with my son. Have a lovely day ☺

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    1. Just stopping by to wish you a lovely week ahead☺☺

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  18. Another gem of a poem! Lovely photo of you and your granddaughter! I’m sure she’ll always cherish this poem.

    Julie

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  19. Beautiful bond and so adorable.

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  20. AWWWWW! Love it! Being a grandmom is the best, isn't it? Your little one is growing up so fast! Enjoy. :)

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  21. What a precious photo and beautiful poem. Awesome being a grandma!

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  22. Such a great photo keepsake. Yes grandmas need to count those fingers and toes, all details. Love the poem

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  23. Sweet sweet words. What a wonderful photo as well!

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  24. She softly counts my fingers,
    and then she counts my toes......... something that I always do with my grand daughter.

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  25. Awww, so sweet! I miss those days when mine were little.

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