Panagiota Romios Poet Couplet

Grandpa and I

Grandpa took me to the ice cream store.
On my tricycle, yes, I was well_loved!
What girl in braids, could ask for more?

There were comic books there, too.
Pedaling along, in my white sandaled shoes.
And yes, paste and new pencils, too.

Friendly butterflies and lovely, tall trees
Birds of all sizes, that chirped so merrily.
What lovely days~that gave birth to poetry.


3/5/2023

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Fin Chuuk March 8, 2023 at 12:43 PM Pangie, I’m smiling reading this. Such a sweet memory. :) Panagiota Romios March 8, 2023 at 12:56 PM Good Day to you Fin! Awww, I am glad you smiled. Such a sweet man, Grandpa was. It was hard for me to accept his death. Many thanks Panagiota xo

Swetha Vangaveti March 7, 2023 at 11:10 AM Springtime of life - where we're loved and pampered a lot! Panagiota Romios March 7, 2023 at 12:09 PM What a lovely comment. Springtime of life~ indeed! Appreciate your visit.))) Panagiota xo

Darlene De Beaulieu March 6, 2023 at 3:33 PM Hello Panagiota, you never know where an idea for poetry would pop up. Hugs xxx/Darlene/ Darlene De Beaulieu March 7, 2023 at 10:23 AM Hello Panagiota, i can tell youhad a strong bond with your grandfather. You miss him. He is watching over you. He is your angel. Hugs./Darlene/ xxx Panagiota Romios March 6, 2023 at 4:07 PM Hello Darlene! Thank you for your loving visit. I was very close to Grandpa. He was much fun.and all the kids wanted to sit on his lap at one time. He’d laugh and we’d all take over his lap.I never saw him, sad or angry …..though his wife died and he lost four children! If there is a Santa Claus, he was my Greandpa. 365 days a year, he died when I was 12. My life ended that day….hugs, Pangie xx

Stephan McBride March 6, 2023 at 11:38 AM What a beautiful poem, so very well put together, remembrance of being a worry free child on a day with grandpa : ) Panagiota Romios March 6, 2023 at 3:57 PM Hi Stephan..I can close my eyes and still hear the bell on the handlebars of my tricycle. And the sound of grandpa’s cane as it touched the welcoming, SAFE streets of Chicago. The bells of the Church rang at noon each day. Our lives were centered about Church. Bless you. Pangie xx

Linda Alice Fowler March 6, 2023 at 6:20 AM Oh so sweet an ode to Grandpa and the nostalgia of youth. When's the upcoming celebration? hugs :) Panagiota Romios March 6, 2023 at 9:20 AM Yes’m what a lovely man. Have never met a man so popular mellow and loved by everyone. Collecting money at Sunday Mass when he walked with a cane? Now hard to get people near a church.also, was quite deaf. But never saw someone snake much, soup me please .as to celebration. Thanks Linda Pangie xo

Joanna Daniel March 6, 2023 at 1:39 AM Lovely memories of childhood, Pangie:) Panagiota Romios March 6, 2023 at 5:41 AM Great comment. Pangie xo