Wednesday, May 12

A Poem for Thursday

I sometimes had the joy of looking after my first grandchild Kate when she was a baby. So if it was warm enough I pushed her in her pram down to the little wood that we have planted at the bottom of the field. I would sling an old hammock between the spreading branches of the willow tree and with one hand on the pram and the other swaying myself in the hammock, dream and be amazed at my luck at being a grandmother!
Now I am five times lucky with five gorgeous grand daughters. They say that five is a quiverful, so I am "satt"....german for full!

1 comment:

  1. love you grangee! i still love to sleep! xxx <3 <3


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