This Poem was Submitted By: Jana Buck Hanks On Date: 2007-06-07 13:31:33 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!To Listen to Music While Reading this Poem, just Click Here!
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Thomas, my love My last grandbaby
it has taken time
to write you a poem
all the others came
so quickly to mind.
But you are special
and I have needed
to know you awhile
longer before the
words would flow.
My sweet boy
you have taken
your time
to grow
walk
talk
deamy blue eyes
and soft smile in
porcelain skin
you are in no hurry
with life. Words
do not come
easily to you
it is like you are
stuck in angel mode.
I await anxiously
to get to know
the old soul
which abides.
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Copyright © June 2007 Jana Buck Hanks
Additional Notes:
for Thomas Drake Hill age 3 from mamaw
This Poem was Critiqued By: Duane J Jackson On Date: 2007-07-07 23:01:33
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Hi Jana,
Been a very long time.
This was a simple piece and that is where it's beauty lies. It radiates with innocence and the admiration you have for your grandson is emotively rendered.
'stuck in angel mode' - was a great line.
Duane.
This Poem was Critiqued By: DeniMari Z. On Date: 2007-07-02 09:25:57
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.75000
Dear Jana,
I like the spiritual touch to this poem; i.e., stuck in angel mode, get to know the old soul.
It gives the poem a warm, spirited feeling to it. It's nice that you've dedicated a poem to your grandson.
It's a personal tribute to someone you hold dear in your heart.
It flows well, and is easily comprehended by the reader.
When he's old enough - he will definitely appreciate reading this, and seeing how much he means to you.
Good poem.
sincerely,
Denimari
This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2007-06-27 04:42:24
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Hi Jana....congratulations on this very special grandson which I feel has captured your heart allowing your pen to flow and your words to burst forth just for him.........a nice easy flow bringing forth images of Thomas Drake Hill.....must add he has a stately name as well...........love the closing too and the fact you are patiently waiting to get to know the old soul within this little boy........I often find myself searching within the eyes of my own grandbabies just to see if I can catch a glimpse of someone I might have already met, loved, known..........I also love to watch newborn babies and how they search the ceilings above, watching for their smiles, listening for the coos as I honestly feel they are still so close to the angels that they can see and hear them as they watch over them on their new journey through life.........thanks for posting, God Bless, Claire
This Poem was Critiqued By: Thomas H. Smihula On Date: 2007-06-19 08:57:45
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
You hit a soft spot for this reader who likewise has grandchildren deeply implanted within the mind. Check out my poem Pouch it represents them. What special children they are for remember they say some traits skip a generation...
Beautiful and wonderful poem about your Angel..
Thanks for sharing. Thomas
This Poem was Critiqued By: Lora Silvey On Date: 2007-06-11 12:21:10
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Jana,
This so fits Thomas, your imagery gives ample picture of this little fellow. Your easy flowing poem glides down the page in homage to Thomas. One question, did you mean "dreamy" opposed to "deamy" when speaking of his eyes. I see a grandmothers love and devotion in this, even during difficult moments. What a blessing in such a sweet angel and how fortunate we are that you've shared with us.
Best always,
Lora
This Poem was Critiqued By: marilyn terwilleger On Date: 2007-06-08 15:56:15
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Hi Jana....this is such a beautiful write about your grandson. I have seven grandchildren and I love each one of them in a different way, all with the same amount of love, but different. They can break your heart and make it sing all at the same time. I think all grandparents are so blessed. I love the way you have written this piece. It flows so well with the short strophes...it just seems to slip down the page. Some free versers never learn how to accomplish that...but you have. Reading this is such a pleasure that I keep going back to it! Brava.
Blessings....Marilyn
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