Happy 14th Poet Pub Anniversary!
Written for dVerse Poets Quadrille
Monday – #227 where our inspiration
word is “turn”. Here is my quadrille.
A baby turns,
eyes wide with wonder,
soft hands grasping at beams of light.
New beginnings,
an infinite sweep of time’s gentle arm.
Once a child chasing dreams
like shadows on stone walls.
Now standing tall,
she dances across the sky,
remembering her roots.
NAR©2025
44 Words
This is “The Moonbeam Song” by Harry Nilsson
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The Elephant's Trunk 
Beautiful poem, Nancy!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
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Thanks very much, Yvette.
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Simply beautiful, Nancy.
With three of my grandkids in their 20’s, I guess it’s only a matter of time before a few more babies come along!
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It’s the nature of the beast.
Our eldest grand, Mckenna, is just 16 but time goes by so fast (despite what the songs tell us), I could be Great-Grammy in a few years!
Thanks, dear Keith.
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fresh start
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New life.
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I love your transitions between stanzas with each gently touching back to the previous.
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Thanks so much, Melissa. You know how Leland, Ila and Finn inspire you? My kids and grands were my muses. ♡
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Beautiful use of the word, Bella.
Is there anything more delightful than watching a baby discovering her world around her?
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Grazie, sorella mia!
I was telling Bill last night how having babies in the house were some of our happiest times; those days are over now. What a trip it would be if I get to see great-grandbabies some day!?
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È sempre un piacere, mia cara amica.
Yeah, it was a totally different vibe. But hey, you are a nonna and got that second shot and you never know!
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It blew my mind when my kids started having kids; I don’t know what I’m gonna do when my grandkids start having kids! Mckenna is 16 so it is possible I could see great-grandbabies!
Buonasera mia bella amica. 💞
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I can only imagine. None of us (sisters) have reached that milestone yet and there are wagers on which one it will happen to, first.
It is very possible you will! Can you imagine, we had five generations – twice!
Buonagiornata, amica mia 💞
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Buongiorno, cara! The most I had at one time was four generations; our great-grandmother shared a bedroom with me and my sister for a few years!
If I want to go for a walk, I getter do it before 9AM; the temps are rapidly rising. Bill is convinced the gub’ment is messing with the weather.
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Four is a little bit more popular than five, that is for sure. And if any of our kids manage to produce in the next few years, we will have four with my mother. And oh wow! Great-nonna shared with you girls!
Same here. I was supposed to go for a run this morning but I forgot to change my alarm to ring a half-hour earlier, Oh well… I dunno who is messing with it but if you do catch him (has to be a him, no right-minded woman would up the temps like this!) cut him off at the balls!
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✄ ✂︎
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😂🤣
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What a sweet image you created! Highlights the wonder of a child reaching for the rays. ✨ Love your poem, too. Awe-inspiring visit here. Thank you, Nancy. 😊
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Thanks so very much, Michele, for a very lovely comment. I was very happy with the image as well. I’m pleased to know you enjoyed today’s post. ☺️
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Thanks, Nancy. 🌠
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A pleasure. ☺️
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This is incredibly heartwarming! 🩷🩷
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Thanks very much for a lovely comment.
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The turning of a baby… a first milestone, a great place to begin a poem. Cool.
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Thinking of my own children and grandchildren was my inspiration. Thanks for your comment. Much appreciated.
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Beautifully, and softly done…
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Lovely comment. Thanks very much, Ain.
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What a beautiful verse – and that song I had never heard. perfect accompaniment.
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Thanks very much; I love that song!
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Nancy, a heartfelt poem, and you chose a perfect song to go with. One of Harry’s finest ❤
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Thank you, Lisa. I’m so glad to know you enjoyed both poem and song.
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You are welcome.
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That really is a beautiful poem, Nancy. Every word.
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Thank you, Esther. It’s a heartfelt one about my children and grandchildren.
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A beautiful poem, and a beautiful song to match!
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Thanks, dear friend! Kids grow so fast, you know.
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So deliciously joyful.
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Thanks very much, Rosemary. I was thinking of my own children and grandchildren and how quickly they’ve grown.
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A life experienced on 44 words.
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Reflecting on my kids and grandkids. Thanks Jim.
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beautifully captured and expressed, Nancy…🤍
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From the chapters of my life. Thanks, Destiny.
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my pleasure…🤍
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Nancy this is beautiful- the passage of time skipped seamlessly across the page 🩷
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Thank you! Words come easier when based on our own experiences, don’t they?
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So true Nancy ❤️
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Eyes wide with wonder, … the pure essence of a child, … you’ve captured so beautifully the new life beginning / continuing its journey, …🎶 I love the music, I’m playing it now, …🎶….💙
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This is all about my children and grandchildren, Penn …. how quickly they’ve moved from cribs to cars …. one minute they’re crawling around and the next their 6′ tall! I’m pleased to know you enjoyed both my poem and the song. Thanks very much!
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Both go so well together, Nancy, … and when I hear people talking about children and grandchildren, I suddenly realise what I’ve missed out on, … and not by choice, by anothers decision,… oh well, … now I’m trying to grasp crawling around then 6 feet tall, …now that’s a magic moment!! 😉. …💙
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Oh, dear Penn …. things don’t always turn out as we hoped …. I’m one of the lucky ones to be this blessed …. and most appreciative. ♡
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💫🤗💙💫
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Gorgeous write Nancy. I love her ‘dancing across the sky, remembering her roots’ Vivid imagery ❤️
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Thinking of my 16 year old granddaughter and her school’s Spring production of “Footloose”. How quickly they’ve all grown. Thank you, Christine.
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I love your poem Nancy.
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Thanks very much, cara Sadje.
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Most welcome
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I feel like your poem glides through time with such grace, Nancy.
That final image—she dances across the sky, remembering her roots—feels both grounded and expansive to me.
~David
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I’m so glad you see that, David. That’s what a was going for. I was thinking about my Dad yesterday and my own children and grandchildren. The passage of time is quick and something we can’t control. ⏳
Thank you, David! ♡
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*hug*
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absolutely lovely 🌹
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Thanks so much, Sis. ♡
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Love the sweet vibe of this
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Thanks so very much!
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A gorgeous little poem about new beginnings, Nancy …
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Thank you, dear Ivor. Coming from you that is a true honor 🥰
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You’re most welcome my friend 📖😊🌏😍
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