A Thing of Beauty
a poem a day for a year
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
#91
Whenever our grandchildren smile at us,
or look at us with those innocent eyes,
our hearts melt into a love so deep,
we can barely stand it or believe we
are so lucky.
catherinenglish 04-02-2013
(photo courtesy of Anna English)
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