Gentle hands with gentle fingers, <br />Stroking, patting. His love lingers. <br />Tiny back and small head nodding. <br />Feet that move with little prodding. <br />Your grand babies on your chest, <br />Snuggled in your shoulder’s nest. <br />You would walk for endless hours, <br />Exercising healing powers. <br />Grandchild here on Poppop’s shoulder, <br />Where his arms would always hold her, <br />Safe from all the world and woes, <br />Slowly, trusting eyelids close.<br /><br />Beatrice Dahlen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-pop-pop-s-shoulder/
