Ode To Wren

Ode to my (most likely) last great granddaughter.

Ode To Wren

Her smile…

Could light

The darkest night

Her frown…

Turn the world

Upside down

She’s a circus…

She’s a sideshow

In her own special right

She’s a star…

That steals the show

A tiny slapstick clown

She’s special…

She’s beautiful

Both inside and out

So special...

That the Sun seems

To follow her about

 

She’ll leave…

Some day (as will I)

Of that there is no doubt

But she’ll always

Remain within my heart

And I’ll never let her out

Things must always end…

Change and start anew again

With a whisper…or a SHOUT

Yet Wren…

My little one year old friend

Is so special that...the Sun seems

…To follow her about....