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.
A p r o n h e a d -- Lilly Green 
Beautiful.
Thank you, and yes she is. 🙂
Aw, that knee one has me chocked up! What a sweet baby girl! I know she has her grandma wrapped! 🙂
Yup, she does. I am hooked.
This is so so special. Your words spell security and warmth and love and your granddaughter is simply beautiful.
I am in love for sure.
So cute and so very true of the innocent ones
Ah, that we could all recapture that.
🙂 I would be in that line!
🙂
Beautiful!
Thanks!