“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.
What Rhymes with Stanza? 
Love. ❤
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Nice description in that second stanza.
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Awww. Love it. Sweet girl.
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What a sweet girl. Love the second stanza.
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So sweet.
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Thanks.
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Oh, the sweet, captivating innicence of youth!
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Welcome voices in this complex world.
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There is something so comforting about a child’s innocence. Beautiful poem.
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Wonderful! What a special memory.
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Do you remember that happening at the funeral?
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Yes, I do. It was just the right thing we all needed just at the right time. She is so sweet.
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❤ ❤ ❤
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🙂
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A complete idea expressed here, perfect within the confines of this form — and anywhere else ❤
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you’re welcome
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Cheers! Some are bittersweet, and some are happier than others. All that come from the little ones are wonderful. 🙂
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I agree!
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Love. 💞
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I think we have to love childhood… cannot understand who doesn’t
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Their innocence is never recaptured.
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