YOUR MOST LOVED When you were seven you wrote me a note, decorated with hearts and flowers. You loved me to the moon and back, you wrote, proclaiming me to be very nice but your love was conditional: I was to show your note to no one. Not to Nonna or your cousins. No one. And, Dear One, I did not, for I knew that one day you would love someone else as much as you loved me then, and I was determined to remain your most loved for as long as I could.
Poem Notes: This is one of many poems I have written about a grandchild. I hope the reader – grandparent or not – finds something of value here.
Seasonal Notes: I love fall. One of my favorite lines from literature is found in ‘The Great Gatsby’ when Jordan Baker says, “Life starts all over again when things get crisp in the fall.” I believe that, and this blog is largely a product of the fall.
Music for Fall: ‘When the Leaves Come Falling Down’ is a beautiful song with graceful poetic lyrics by Van Morrison. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7pAhNumuvo
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