Kahlum!!!! How I've grown

[saxon]

This is a poem that 'came' to me in the middle of the night a couple of weeks before my late Grandsons Birhtday. Kahlum died shortly after birth on the 30th November. He would have been 8yrs old this year.

This is a poem from my Grandson to his Mother.

HOW I’VE GROWN


From me to you
I love you true
From here to there
For you I care

You are my Mam
For me to keep
To cuddle up
When I‘m asleep

In your arms
From way up here
Into your eyes
I like to peer

I look down
As you look up
From the same glass
We always sup

I’m with you Mam
I’m seven you know
I know, I hope
You’ve seen me grow

My hairs not black
It’s curly though
Have you told my sisters?
Do they know?

I watch my sisters
Play and fight
Look after them
Throughout the night

I see you all
I watch, I care
With all my heart
If I were there!!!!!!

by dawn kelly

[white camellia]

This poem cannot be considered as a self-contained entity as the love from the lost grandson speaking loud to the mind through your supernatural description, contrary to the ephemeral and fragile life, soothes the people alive and eternalizes himself-The two worlds are thus linked.