The grandmother in me loves this poem!

His grandmother smiled, a beacon of love in the twilight,
her hand, weathered yet tender, ruffled his hair, transforming it into a swarm of butterflies released into the vast, evening sky,
at that moment, the whispers of the trees seemed to murmur a fo…
Stardust Kisses, Cornfield Dreams
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Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Feb 19, 2024
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The grandmother in me loves this poem!
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Written by Jenine Bsharah Baines3K Followers
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J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself
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