New Poem for my stepgrandson

                                                            Luca At Two                                                             Golden haired,                                                             Serene or squalling,                                                             Monarch of all                                                             He surveys.                                                             It was touch                                                             And go at first –                                                             A teary transfer                                                             From grandparent                                                             To grandparent –                                                             Until he spotted                                                             The garbage truck.                                                             “Garbage truck,”                                                             He said sagely                                                            Continue reading “New Poem for my stepgrandson”