My million dollar Grandson.
copied 23rd March, 2005.
He came to me – as blond as could be.
Twinkling eyes, - blue of the sea,
Aged three and three bits, – every bit a boy.
Ready to play with every kind of toy.
My million dollar Grandson.
We played with trains- he played with a car.
Jig saw pieces spread wide and far.
Story books in wild array.
My blue-eyed blond was happy at play.
Leaning Towers built at speed.
A dervish dance to mark the deed.
He twisted, turned, and rolled around.
Now jumping high, now carpet bound.
The sun went down-the moon was bright.
He played as if he would play all night.
From where I lay I decided to peep,
Gently smiling he was fast asleep.
My million dollar Grandson.
Hillie Feldman.
Originally written 7th December 1985.
Specially for Tal.
With love. hillie
THE DINOSAURS
The dinosaurs have passed and gone
Down the pages of history
Some of them weighed as much as 30 ton
Their passing a bit of a mystery
They lived for a 140 million years
A
rather large chunk of time
Somehow their passing has evoked no tears
Not even justified this rhyme.
By Hillie Feldman
undated.
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