I wrote a poem for my first grandchild, Cailyn Joy McNary, and read it to her last night. She’s snuggled her seven-year-old body beside me on the couch and I began to read. (She the one on the right)
She came into my world one day
With skin as soft springtime air
A special gift sent from heaven above
I held close in the rocking chair.
She snuggled closer. When I finished, she threw her arms around my neck and thanked me.
Then she took my iPad and began a poem for me:
The spring time is like a diamond.
How the sunshine is beautiful too!
I was reminded of the power of words to bring life, stir creativity, give courage, shine hope and stir goodness within.
Or they can destroy.
Kind words are the best gifts.
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