strew them down the avenues of wind,
be rid of them, cleansed;
be babe-innocent once more,
know afresh the first full kiss of nipple,
rinse my mouth with mother’s milk.
Arthur, be pleased.
Some might consider the end a bit odd for a poem written to a grandson, I
found it a great surprise.
Thanks.
Gary
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