Sam and David,
both named after biblical kings.
Grampy’s grandfather was a foundling,
or left on a doorstep,
the nineteenth century version of adoption.
Both love baseball,
and have found in the circumference of that ball
a deep and growing connection.
My father and my firstborn son
whom I love watching discover each other.
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Three things:
1) We called my own Grampy Grampy so that term has a special place in my heart.
2) Amazing that Grampy was a “foundling.”
3) Such a wonderful photo
4) Lovely poem – I love how poems say so much in so few words.
Okay that was four. I really should stop writing lists! lol.
Just checking in on your beautiful family. And LOVING that photograph. It says summer and grandparent bonding all over it. Hoping I get a good photo soon. . . . Good job!
What a sweet, sweet picture. I like your picture in the previous post, too.
Photobooth and I don’t have a good relationship….
This makes me smile. Gorgeous photo. I miss seeing your words float through my Twitterstream 🙂
What an awesome picture, looks like the one that comes with the frame. Love how you worded the poem…so short but yet full of meaning.
beautiful picture.