Grandmas Lap

she patted her apron
tiny boy crawled inside
she covered him up
hiding him from the cruel world
never letting him go
he was safe
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Rodrigues Avatar
January 14, 2021 at 11:54 AM
Oh, yes, that is what we want to do! I have six pockets, how about you?
Krutsinger Avatar
January 14, 2021 at 5:50 PM
I wish I had more! I need ten.
Thomas Avatar
January 14, 2021 at 8:06 AM
Sounds like a warm, loving place to be. I didn't know my grandmothers; but I hope my grandson looks at me this way Caren :)
Krutsinger Avatar
January 14, 2021 at 10:14 AM
He will! My grandsons are all four giant puppies
Theraven Avatar
January 13, 2021 at 10:34 PM
Caren, No safer place in the world. No stronger force in the universe. -Richard
Krutsinger Avatar
January 14, 2021 at 10:15 AM
That is what I think too
Wolf Avatar
January 13, 2021 at 8:26 PM
Yes, he was. Grandma's lap beats Santa's any day of the year (ok -- except one). Smiles, Gershon
Krutsinger Avatar
January 13, 2021 at 9:02 PM
It really does!
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