Through the eyes of a grandchild

by Dagmar Wilson   Nov 17, 2017


She reminds me of once being a child
times were way different then,
she has a unique way of expressing herself.

My eyes catch her beauty
her pinks lips are still moving,
a sense of humor that is totally dry.

She has a dream
stretching her wings wide,
a journey I love to be part of it.

I can see through the eyes of my grandchild.

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  • 6 years ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    What a lucky girl to have a grandmother that really sees her and wants to be a part of her journey ... lovely :-) x
    =^.^=

  • 6 years ago

    by Mark

    Beautiful Dagmar, love the bond you share with her :)

    • 6 years ago

      by Dagmar Wilson

      Thank you and her and I are best friends

  • 6 years ago

    by Brenda

    Dagmar, there is nothing like a grandchild. I thought I loved my kids deeply, and I did but these grandbabies... Oh My! Head over heels with these little darlings. Such a gift we've been given. Hugs-

    • 6 years ago

      by Dagmar Wilson

      Thank you Brenda yes they make me feel young again. Can't wait to meet my grandson due soon. Hugs

  • 6 years ago

    by ddavidd

    So warm and delightful
    They say grandchildren are sweeter than the own children

  • 6 years ago

    by Michael

    Miss Dagmar,

    just a lovely piece from you, reminiscing and seeing through a child's eyes. Wonderful
    Much love
    Michael :)x

    • 6 years ago

      by Dagmar Wilson

      Thank you Michael. This girl is my heart

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