At Grandma’s Knee

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At Grandma’s knee, I don’t hear waves crashing or even blood pulsing;

I don’t hear drums of war or reports of carjackings and drug busts.

At Grandma’s knee, there are no break-ins, no nuclear threats, and no conservative and liberal pontificating;

I don’t hear storms coming or earthquakes rolling or the pounding of tidal surf.

At Grandma’s knee, there is a momentary place of rest

and the soft sound of love.  And that’s enough.

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About apronheadlilly

wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
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12 Responses to At Grandma’s Knee

  1. Aw, that knee one has me chocked up! What a sweet baby girl! I know she has her grandma wrapped! 🙂

  2. dorannrule says:

    This is so so special. Your words spell security and warmth and love and your granddaughter is simply beautiful.

  3. nutsfortreasure says:

    So cute and so very true of the innocent ones

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