Life's tiny treasures
Come in small packages
Like the mist off the ocean
Wafting in hours of pleasure
Caught in the gleam
Of an eye
In the soft hands
Of a ladybug
On a child's finger
Savouring the moments
before time moves on
Grandchild of mine
Wishing you never outgrow
These treasures of life
Beheld by this grandma
Locked forever in time.
By, Oma Ekkert
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