One of the greatest gifts a grandfather can receive is the realization that his grandchildren are maturing into fantastic human beings. On Christmas eve my Dana gave me a piece of her work. I hadn’t realized that she is a poet. Fourteen year olds are not usually very poetic. To my amazement, she is; she is also athletic, musical, and a brain. I’m not too proud.
Let me share the gift she gave me:
Ocean Day
With the pale light of dawn
The waters seem mystically drawn
Sunrise sending peach light
Waking from the black night
Foam tickling the shoreline
With the sweet smell of brine
Patiently waiting for the sky
To open with a silent sigh
Sun’s rays begin to reach
Warming sands of the beach
Waves caress the shore more eagerly
Crashing with puzzling glee
Rhythmic pattern spellbinding
Beauty absolutely blinding
Every sound a pure note
Sharing a hushed anecdote
Endless blue, from aqua to indigo
Below an eternal sky’s glow
Dreamer’s delight
Of magical flight
A whole new world
A different view unfurled
Day to twilight
Unexplainable sight
Sunset painting
Color draining
Moon, pearly white
Stars shining bright
Another day gone
Just to open up to another dawn.
Dana, I love you!
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