A Toddler When I Was

No more than a toddler when I was, Old enough on own that can when chill— To play with siblings an option still, Pleasure still to play with mother was. ‘Hay look Ma, where am I?’ Pretending when to hide I'd stay close on her side, A ruse to get her eye! Earful of her sweet words, or any, A touch of loving hands upon me; It was no jealousy, Nor sibling rivalry, Well, a seed ah of love and well sown, I still feel that love— a grandpa grown. ____________________________________ Musings from far | 13.03.2017 | Poet’s Note: 1. There are certain toddler memories of the family, siblings, and of mother that remain fresh for long, long till one becomes a parent and even grandparent. 2. The poem is set in anapaest meter, lines are a combination of three and two-foot meter.