April 14th Grandchildren

 

April 14^th  Grandchildren

 

Grandchildren.

Did we ever think the day would come?

And it has, or it hasn’t.

But in some way, I feel I still borrow some.

You don’t always get me:

My sense of humour that has been honed and grown

Over decades of silliness sown

The things that I say;

Uncle Dave is daft that way

Your sideways look; not sure what to think of me:

‘Come and play in the hide…’

‘I can’t, I’ve got a bone in my leg’

 

Innocence.

It is so beautiful

Yet so sadly temporary and it is a delight

To see you question and understand alike

Growing, learning, but still wanting to play

Nurtured and safe, long may it be this way.

 

Trust

Without any doubt. And so you can,

And I am humbled that you do

Snuggle up and hold my arm, look up at me

And I see

My own sons many, many years ago

Looking at me the same.

 

Energy

You have bucket fulls, always on the go

That is as it should. I wont join in though

I just as happily draw and colour and paint

The childlike inside me knows little restraint

And I’ll always join in your games and your fun

But I’m not as boisterous as you, and am soon done

Truth is: I need reminding; I am old; you are young.

 

Memory

It’s taken a bit to understand

That you cannot remember how we played

When you were two or three years old

Now you are six; it is all gone.

But it is still fresh in our minds.

And little you. At three

When you are his age you will not

Remember this.

The day we had.

How strange is that?