A spate of children
all shapes and tempers
pile up in her arms
every possible winter
Sunlight carries
smell of fresh bread
knocks on doors of dreams
and wakes little heads
Noise spreads on the table
like butter on hot toast
She dots love on foreheads
and is always loved the most
Mindfills for DVerse Poets Pub ~ grandmothers hosted by Sarah
Mindfills 
8 responses to “A spate ~ free verse”
So lovely – brimming with love, as grandmothers are. Memories of baked bread and toast – wonderful.
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Thank you for reading 😊🙏
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Ah, that’s lovely – dotting love on foreheads! What a great image.
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💕😊
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Thank you! That was a lovely prompt
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I think that is what most grandmothers want, being surrounded by grandkids
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True 😊
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A special lady!
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