Littlest Live-wire loved ‘My Cat Loves to Hide in Boxes’ and was joining in after only two repetitions. I can’t recall how many times we read that this morning!
Reading “My Cat Like To Hide In Boxes”
Grannymar posted this poem today and the last verse seemed so appropriate as L and the Littlest Live-wire left after lunch today.
Silence
Silence in joy and silence of sorrow
Silence to help through the cares of tomorrow.
Silence in pain and in frustration
Silence in coping with a new limitation.Silence as I watch each new day dawn
Silence of long evenings when the blinds are drawn.
Silence when tucked up all cosy and warm
Silence before a violent winter storm.Silence for when someone refuses to listen
Silence when engrossed in a project or mission.
Silence of persistence to learn something new
Silence when struggling with a rusty old screw.Silence of a day when the phone has not rung
Silence of satisfaction when the beads are strung.
Silence returning home from a day of fun
Silence sipping coffee just made for one.Silence of ageing ears needing turned up sound
Silence when you find yourself lying on the ground.
Silence when the washer stops before the work is done.
Silence as you wait for workmen to come.Silence of my world with a first fall of snow
Silence as I mix a new batch of dough.
Silence of expectation at each new destination
Silence watching a child in deep concentration.Silence of special hugs when loved ones arrive,
Hoping they don’t say “We are leaving by five”!
Silence, long silence when the foot-falls fade.
Silence of thanks for the love they conveyed.
and this is what was left on the lawn…..
Abandoned
babyjill7...Marilyn Griffin
June 16, 2015 at 11:20 pm
I really enjoyed the poem… Grannymar…
I love having my grandkids…and want them to stay until I’m full of them…
and when they leave the “silence” is deafening!
Flowerpot
June 16, 2015 at 6:30 pm
Lovely – see you Thurs XX
Grannymar
June 16, 2015 at 9:25 am
Sally, photos of your Littlest Live-wire in the garden were inspiration for the line:
Silence watching a child in deep concentration.
mybeautfulthings
June 16, 2015 at 11:03 am
How wonderful! i thought it was your own poem and will go in and edit to say so. Thank you for a beautiful piece of writing. I hope you have read the comments from hjbryant who loved your words too. 🙂
Grannymar
June 16, 2015 at 11:16 am
Sally, I was not looking for credit although the words are my own. I am a dabbler and not a real poet.
PS: I love the abandoned spade!
mybeautfulthings
June 16, 2015 at 12:58 pm
Of course you are a poet! 🙂
Grannymar
June 16, 2015 at 1:03 pm
Thank you!
hjbryant
June 15, 2015 at 9:06 pm
Beautiful words!