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When a Grandma Holds Her Grandson

There is a truth we don’t think about when we’re young
It’s just too easy to ignore…
how youth will win the early battles in life…
but age will, eventually, win the war. 

It’s inherent in our destiny…because every night we turn a page
and our youth, felt only moments ago, cedes another day to age.

It seems life is a constant struggle between age and youth…until…
age proves itself triumphant…as age forever will.

But there are moments as we grow older…as yet another page we turn…
when age consents to step aside and allow youth to return…

Like every time a Grandma holds her Grandson…
even for a little while
for as she sees him fall asleep in her arms…
it is her youth that smiles.

Her youth that causes her to reminisce …
her youth that brings her happiness and joy…
a youth transferred to the Grandma…
from the heart of a little boy.

And in this quiet moment shared together
all grandmas recognizes this truth…
and are happy age has stepped aside
and ceded this moment back to youth.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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