Fountain of Toddlerhood On 2014081120140810 By Beleaguered ServantIn Original Poems He reaches out a tiny hand To feel the fountain water As joy lights up his beaming face The child of my daughter The water bubbles, overflows His interested expression grows A moment in a day – apart To warm this worn grandfather’s heart To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMore Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Print (Opens in new window) Print Like this:Like Loading…
Bravo! from one grandpa to another.