Rd 3 of producing poetry prompted by Lilli. ☕️ Jacobs Cronat Gold is brewing! ☕️ |
| Family tree The grandkids close eyelids, their little hands extended with fingers spread wide to receive their reward for quiet play inside. Some say I'm too old, that all those small ones cause cares, but I proudly answer, "They're my future, my heirs, my seven from heaven." Prompt / Form Note ▶︎ ![]() ![]() |