In the Eyes of My Grandchildren

No music nor color nor loveliness of earth tones grips my heart - like the eyes of my grandchildren no emotional emination - thrills me like the motion in their step I am elevated in their presence taking flight from their energy knowing all is theirs - because they believe it upon their leaving - I must ponder How to gather such wonder - as they are did I ever possess the power that radiates like the fire of certainty that all is only now That yesterday is past - tomorrow will wait to devour today with laughter and love Ahh - one time I did - I remember - I go there again every time I see - the eyes of my grandchildren