DOUBLE VISION

I see you sitting over there
holding grandson in your arms
in your old Boston rocking chair
captured by an infant's charms

And I've seen that look before
years and decades in the past
contentment, love and so much more
a look I thought whose time had passed

So grandmadonna rock that child
the tiny son of second son
sing to him with pure voice, mild
another journey has begun

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

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Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost, Burns, Longfellow, Poe, and Johnson. I guess you've noticed these are all past masters. Other than folks on site I don't read any contemporary poets .

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