Grandchildren are the moist butter of life.
They soak into the mundane existence
and enrich life with flavour.
Full of get up and go
they inject energy into even old bones.
They lubricate the seized-up thoughts of old age.
Stimulating thought and laughter
their call for stories
triggers your own forgotten creativity and joy.
What can I say?
This life is full of broken eggs and hurt,
but this luscious butter
beats the heart into a wonderful cake,
soft, fragrant and fluffy.
Baked with love it catches one’s breath
and injects new life and laughter.
So true Colette. And so nicely put, thank you.
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