My Grandson
He recently turned one
Got his first hair cut
blue jeans with pockets.
His gait has changed
almost as if he knows
he’s headed somewhere
not now, maybe
when he figures out the door latch.
He knows there is power
in the remote, the cell phone.
He also knows what’s in his diaper
But seems confused
as to how it got there.
I know that he knows
more than he is letting on.
I think all babies do
and keep their secrets
because they know
we can’t be trusted.
I talk to him of great things,
rainbows, rabbits, reindeer
and the essence of who he is,
the miracle of who he may become,
not drinking from the dog bowl.
He recently turned one
Still figuring out the pockets.
John G. Lawless
©9/25/2022
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