Baby eyes,
chaste
like an unblemished dawn,
Grandmother eyes
clouded
like a hazy dusk
Ogling into each other’s soul
loose, lush and
drunk with each other
Together the two conspire
to concoct
an elfin kinship
Stirring innocence into wisdom
with a wink,
both see
mischievous rule-breaking
as a way to love each other
anke hodenpijl
October 14, 2012
This poem really spoke to me as I am a new grandmother with a four-month-old, enjoying every moment that leads me to hold this new, precious baby. She's not old enough yet to "conspire," but I am ready! Nice.
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