Feeling Great Joy
I am listening to my granddaughter deep-breathe
She is in the depths of sleep and making loads of mouth noise.
It gives me so much pleasure to be here with her.
Sharing a room at the Radisson, listening to her almost snore.
For years and years, I did not have this, for she was a teen.
Living the life of teens, and I am an old woman who paints.
But we came up with this terrific idea for a road trip…
And here we are, loving it so much in the first twenty-three hours!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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