Saviodsilva


Gay Wilson
Poem

Evolution

When first he called me Sweetheart
my youthful knees grew weak.
And that was topped when I heard wife
for sure, I'd reached the peak.
Until a tiny voice said MOM
a joy I still recall,
But now the sound of Grandma
is the sweetest word of all.


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