Me And Her Thinking Of She

I saw my daughter before,

She is loving to the core,

We had a pleasant hug –

Both feeling snugly snug.

She expresses her loving

With giving and sharing,

She is always caring

Which is pleasing. 

We are braving the weather

Of the op of her grandmother,

Who is getting a new hip

So her walk is more slick.

My mother is my near and dear

And soon we will go and see her. 

© Andrew Stevenson 06/10/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.