My Grandson, Tommy
Blessed are the souls that sing;
A smile their song, laughter their words,
Whose hearts, though burdened, still take wing
Like radiant sunbirds.
Though Life could sink them with its weight,
Or pinion them with care,
And rein them Earthbound, chained by Fate,
They much prefer the air.
In their bright, empyrean flight,
They carry us along,
And we, like tag tails, hang on tight –
Enchanted by their song.
Copyright © Mary Grace Dembeck | Year Posted 2015
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