PM (December 24,1942 / Maryland)

Papa's Knee

Home from work tired and
hungry, he always makes
time for his grandbaby's,
to sit them upon his knee.

He holds them close so
He fills their life with love
and care.

He tucks them in bed each
Its ok, he turns off the light.

They can sleep without fear,
knowing that papa is near.

That tomorrow they will be
back on papa's knee.

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a lovely written poem, my grand daughter calls me papa, she is 7 now, but it seems like yesterday she sat on my knee. heart felt poem.