Children’s laughter peals as the
sound of musical bells echoing
 in the wind chimes lingering on
 breezes of sun-kissed cheeks
with arms and legs akimbo as
honeysuckle vines entwining
about you ever so tightly and all
 that remains is fragrance of love
© August 2011 Renee Espriu
My grandchildren sometimes run towards me with so much enthusiasm it is hard to contain and when I thought of it this is what I wrote.
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