A brief interlude with my grandson, Cameron

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    A brief interlude with my grandson, Cameron

    In this evaporating time we live, I seize the moment, tightly holding onto it, branding it into my memory.  His body close to mine, our warmth intertwine, our hearts echoing the other.  He is feeling heavier now, breathing is deepening. Is he already entering the world of dreams?  Ahh not yet, not ready, I'm not ready though the moment is dissolving in my grasp like oil, releasing sweet fragrance.  I nuzzle my face in his neck, hold his tiny frame a little tighter, whispering my love, devotion and just how very much God loves him.  But my treasured moment is over, no matter how firmly I hold him to my chest, his body is limp, his breathing is now a soft snore.  I reluctantly submit to gently lay my sleeping grandson in his bed kissing him softly, cooing in his little ear, "till we meet again my precious love, till we share this time and space once more".......

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    moonsail commented on A brief interlude with my grandson, Cameron

    12-28-2013

    I so identify with this..those moments are so fleeting and precious are they not? Beautiful work

    deb

    12/28/2013

    Thank you moonsail!! I always SO appreciate comments from fellow writers!! Mostly because we understand the depth and intensity of what we "see" and interpret through our finger tips.

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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