Grandma poets we have memories to keep through poems before we sleep cheerful days of fun under many years of sun there were babies to feed youth to lead, money to make birthdays to bake stars to gaze kids to raise boo boos to kiss so much we miss reflection is good of how we stood but poems remain refreshing as rain
Deborah Pardes
@DBPardes · 0:22
Hey, Joan. I just love this. I love the tone of this. I love your voice around this. I can't imagine reading this. It's so married to your voice and so warm and kind of floats. It's like icing on a cake. It's just lovely. And I just wanted to acknowledge it. I'm so happy I came across it. Thank you. Welcome to swell