Poem

The Special Story.

Today I watched the little ones, angels, kings and fluffy sheep,

Memories when my children were on stage, memories to savour and to keep,

Telling the story we hear, at this time of the year, carols ringing out,

Teachers saying with encouragement, that there is no need to shout!

I wonder what my Granddaughter is in the important tale,

I have no doubt, she will raise a smile without fail,

How I long to see her, perhaps a donkey or maybe a star,

That tiny babe, his mum and dad, three kings from afar.

I my garden standing proud, a special Christmas tree,

With messages from Grandparents, their thoughts will fly free

Straight to the hearts of their precious ones, hugs and kiss

Across the miles, over the water, to those we miss.

Jane