Granddaughter at Six
I sit
with my Granddaughter in my lap
while she opens my chest
and removes my heart,
then holds it gently
in her small hand
as though it were a Monarch
about to take flight.
“I love you Gramps”, she says
as my soul
quietly melts
into God’s arms.
By Tom Snell, Jan 28, 2000
Revised May, 2005
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