On My Watch
While on my watch today,
My grandson fell and split his lip.
It wasn’t quite my fault, but still,
I thought my heart would rip.
One minute he was racing
Back and forth in utter glee,
When suddenly he tripped and flopped
Three steps away from me.
I scooped him up and hugged him close;
His blood dripped on my shirt.
I knew he’d be okay
But couldn’t stand that he was hurt.
An ice pop offered by his mom
Both soothed and made him smile.
In minutes, he was up to snuff
And ready to beguile.
His lip will still be puffy
For a day, but it will heal;
Yet it will take much longer
To get over how I feel.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2015
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