839 Yes, She is my Grand Child 6-11-19

Truth be told,
there is no blood to hold
the iron scaffolding of family around us.
She is wife’s daughter’s daughter.
I own no provenance
to prove that lauded connection,
to claim her, “Of my blood-line..”.
But she knows I’d with pleasure
bear the flames of Hell to keep her well.
I witnessed her debut from the womb
and am sure she will, tearful,
kneel beside my tomb
and vouch safe my title.

“This is Poppa Ken, who loved me as his own”

There exists no deed for this devout wish,
other than the vow I made in silence in my heart,
when I pledged my all to her Mother’s Mother
at the only alter to which I bow,
my soul.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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