A Toast to Childhood

“Cheers, everyone!”
Glasses raise in salute.
“Clink glasses!” a child calls.

Same granddaughter who clapped and “yay”ed
following a somber hymn at my dad’s funeral.
That’s how her performances are received.

I smile and bend down
toward her happy face.
“Cheers, little one.”
Always.

cheers


dVerse Quadrille #70: Poems of Good Cheer

About Maggie C

Stained glass artist, writer, respecter of life.
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28 Responses to A Toast to Childhood

  1. Silver says:

    Love. ❤

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Frank Hubeny says:

    Nice description in that second stanza.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. whimsygizmo says:

    Awww. Love it. Sweet girl.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. kanzensakura says:

    What a sweet girl. Love the second stanza.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. rob kistner says:

    Oh, the sweet, captivating innicence of youth!

    Liked by 1 person

  6. There is something so comforting about a child’s innocence. Beautiful poem.

    Liked by 2 people

  7. canwan26 says:

    Wonderful! What a special memory.

    Liked by 1 person

  8. msjadeli says:

    A complete idea expressed here, perfect within the confines of this form — and anywhere else ❤

    Liked by 1 person

  9. Peggy Lemmer says:

    Cheers! Some are bittersweet, and some are happier than others. All that come from the little ones are wonderful. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  10. sanaarizvi says:

    Love. 💞

    Liked by 1 person

  11. I think we have to love childhood… cannot understand who doesn’t

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