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Eagerly, the laughter comes like bubbles through the
curls at her shoulders.
Lively skips on the footpath,
interspersed with questions, always questions.
Probing, ponderous, preposterous
“Seriously nonna, where did the first grandmother come from?”
Evolution, it’s a big question when you are four.
About the Creator
Michèle Nardelli
I write...I suppose, because I always have. Once a journalist, then a PR writer, for the first time I am dabbling in the creative. Now at semi-retirement I am still deciding what might be next.
Comments (1)
Great poem!!!! 🌏🌍