Gently, the old man cradles,
His sharp lips that use to shout harsh and cruel words
At the son, now father,
Softens and whispers little lovelies
Into the rosy ears of the giggling angel.
This little poem was inspired by a scene I saw earlier today at the supermarket of a grandfather and his granddaughter. I’m currently being suffocated by essays in the holiday break, how can the days pass so quickly?, and hope to add little nips and bits to the blog. How are your holidays going?