So a journey, or a walk about, kept me off these pages, time not my closest friend.
I struggled with my task at hand,  worried that I would fail in the end.
Mercy has a gentle touch, her whispers fall on true ears,
she helped me with my new load, she brought light to my fears.
Childish laughter now crys replace,
rattling pots and things out of place.
Being a Grandparent ,with a responsibilty to uphold,
without this joy and laughter,  the burden would be a load.
I am a different poet, some may fine,
not all punctuations or phrases in line.
Take time to put away your 'P' and 'Q's,
you may fine a line or two that reflects or amuse.
Yes, life is a journey, this I have said,
wrote a book about it, on every page.
So, I am back, check up on some friends,
read what they have and see where they have been.
If you are new here and stumble on me,
I hope you enjoy what I got to read.