#2 – A story to tell


He looked in delight
At the sight of his newborn child
Hearing it’s mild cries
Echoing through forest and into the skies

It’s mother cooing sweet prayers in its ear
And her mother wraps the babe in cloth
If you need me, I’ll be over there
She then kisses her grandchild and strokes her hand through its hair

The child grew up to be strong and wise
So much so that elders sort her for advice
She gathered herbs and tilled the lands
I recall her father saying she was worth more than 5 able hands

Her story is one that belongs to another day
So I apologise if you are disappointed by the delay
But just yesterday she begat a child of her own
And I must go pay my visits and welcome my great-grandchild home

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