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Oh, White Feather, you gave me a laugh! I remember! Days of just longing for an extended adult conversation. An actual, real, stimulating interaction. Lawd yes, I remember. Grandchildren are different, lol. By the time you have them, there is nothing on earth more precious. My kids were my life's plate of veggies and Logan is dessert! I'll post some other poems about these strange visitations I wrote and a thank you letter Megan wrote (with her permission), shortly. She called me at work crying (with joy and thanksgiving) the day she was trying to feed him and he wouldn't eat for talking to his angel. When she started telling me about it I went in my supervisor's office and put her on speaker. Wouldn't even look away to look at her no matter what distractions she tried. Glenda and I both had tears in our eyes as well. As the saying goes, fact is stranger than fiction.