Grandma cradles grandson,
rocking in the night.
The old clock unlocks.
Thirty years are gone.
Mommy cradles daughter,
rocking in the night,
while the new clock tocks
in rythum with her delight.
There are moments, gifts from heaven,
when decades, seconds, cease.
When all that’s left are memories,
bathed in midnight.
About Ken Greenman
Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free!
Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
Poems by Ken 