Posts Tagged ‘grandchildren’

The shades are drawn; the light is pale
Upon the yellow wall.
The blades above on ceiling fans
In a tight circle crawl.

Three couples at a table sit,
Close friends like ancient tomes
That have a common history,
And share a common home.

Another place – two grands with kids
Too young to be in class,
Are there to make a memory
That school cannot surpass.

Another table’s strange to me –
Two young girls sit with phones.
Together, they are separate,
Not in each other’s zones.

A single woman sits alone
Like me with my own thought.
I wonder if her money brings
The joy that mine has brought.

The clatter of the cutlery,
The chatter o’er the meal,
The pleasantness of food and drink –
All told, the moment seal.

And I, the bard, am struck by this
That people come to eat,
And oft the food that’s on their plates
Is not the greatest treat.

But in their sharing of their food
And sharing of their time,
They give themselves to those they love
In meals that are sublime.


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.


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Rock Hounds

Now, Princess Lailah takes a walk
Upon her toddler legs
And bends to pick up all the rocks
As though they’re Easter eggs.

I find the fascination strange –
That, too, did Princess Tess.
We’d amble down the walk and street,
Return with an excess.

Of all my grands, the smallest is
The young Prince Elliott.
He’s crawling. Loves geology?
I cannot tell you yet.


*The poem was written 10 months ago.
Elliott is no longer the youngest of my
grandchildren – Jackson has been born
since.  And Elliott is now walking quite
well.  I still can’t tell yet.  🙂


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.


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Empty nests –
Filled, finely feathered,
Second guests.

School Zones

Small children –
Treasure in crosswalks
Parent gold.


* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.
See Haiku article here:



© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2011.

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