Went today and played with the grand kid.
Even got a few stories in about
when I was a kid as we played.
He’s the one if I had to make a bet.
Yeah I know,
I thought his mother was,
but I realize now.
She was just the proto type if you will.
All the bugs have been worked now.
I could tell, when the kid smiles.
A contest entry
- To the one you care about by A falling star.
2200 points, ended March 5, 2008, 19 entries
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Comments
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aw. I like it.
Thanks for entering!
-Sonya -
This is lovely, Mike, without being over-sentimental. I don't know, of course, if the poem is personal or just imagination, but it strikes a chord with me--I would love a grandchild (if only that daughter of mine would get married).
Cheers,
Bill
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