Infant’s cheeks
soft as dove’s wing,
rosy blush of sunset.
Gentle breath…
in out, in out, in out.
Slumber my little ones
no cares this day.
Bring stillness to my
tender heart,
I whisper, “I love you.”
in small still voice,
“I love you.”
Over at dVerse it’s Quadrille Poetry (only 44 words) and make sure to use the word ‘whisper’. These precious darlings are ages 9 and 4 now. The photo hangs next to my exercise bike encouraging me to stay fit, so I can enjoy these special girls.
Patti Wolf 
Children are fascinating indeed.
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How beautifully tender.
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so gentle and tender. ❤
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Aw, nothing as sweet and tender as our sleeping little ones 🙂
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Such sweet angels. ❤
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You have beautiful babies! Love your poem to them.
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Oh, so precious!
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Ah, the most delicious whispers, smiles and scents of all. They are perfect angels when they are asleep, aren’t they?
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Such a tender poem from a grandmother’s heart…love it!
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I can hear you whispering “I love you” they are precious.
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Beautiful…I love the style. Thanks for sharing
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So sweetly done! Those are whispers that are always welcome!
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I like the idea of whispering to sleeping children so as not to awaken them.
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They are soo adorable! ❤️ Beautifully penned.
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I do love those gentle cheeks.. so sweet.
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Aww.. too sweet!
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those cheeks are the rosiest
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That picture is the sweetest thing.
“rosy blush of sunset” … YES! That’s exactly the color of their cheeks!
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so tender. so hearfelt.
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Adorable. 🙂
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Gentle andsweet…
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So sweetly touching, Patricia…the photo and the words. Pure innocence.
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A precious photo and words ~ Yes, keep fit and healthy for the sweet grandchildren ~
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How wonderful. What a great incentive for good health. They are beautiful, and your words are gentle as that dove’s wing.
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So gentle and beautiful. Lullaby whispers.
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