And, Then, I Sigh
I remember the day you were born
Early on a snowy November morn
And the day we brought you home
When I wrote for you a lovely poem,
and, then, I sigh.
I rest my elbows on the windowsill
Looking out over the meadow still
Where you ran laughing, playing
Your sweet brown pigtails splaying,
and, then, I sigh.
You said, “I am getting married, Dad,”
And, true, he was a handsome lad
I was proud you made a fine choice
But, I recall the crack in your voice,
and, then, I sigh.
I look up and see a tracing in the sky
My heart beats so, I think I will die
The day when he took you so far away
I felt like I was a forgotten castaway,
and, then, I sigh.
But you came home with my grandchild
That sweet little girl so meek, so mild
She comes to me with smiles and hugs
Says, I love you, Gramps, then shrugs,
and, then, I sigh.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
written July 10, 2021
For "What Makes You Sigh" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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