Oh! for the opportunity,
to let her look into my
nonagenarian eyes,
to hold my hand
and to hear me say,
“Well Bea, how’s your life going so far?”
And she’ll kneel close,
close enough for me
to feel her breath,
as she whispers the words,
“It’s going well Papa, really well”.
© Graham Sherwood 11/2017
grahamrichardsherwood.co.uk 
I love this poem Graham – so much love and tenderness from both yourself and Bea.
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