Tenderness

My grandson Raphael
Is named as an archangel
Looking at me with adoration
With his clear eyes full of passion,
So young and so dear, So near God
and so far form the world be just left. He is only three years old.
I am his "grandmama",
He speaks to me in French,
But he knows all languages,
When he reaches to me and gives me a big hug
With his bewitching smile.
He knows the language of love,
This young "Taurus", as soft as a dove.
Tiny hands and feet, but so strong already.
He is the world of tomorrow,
Our hope and joy on this earth.
With so many like him, of his age,
They will beautifully manage
To bring to our worlds a magnificent PEACE!

Published in "The Best Poems of 95" by the National
Library of Poetry. Also said on radio, Poetry Today
hour on January 7, 96.

by Claudette Clerin

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