ONE MORE TIME
It’s funny what went through my mind…the joy….the wonder….the pride
when I looked into the eyes of my grandson,
as he looked into the eyes of his bride.
As I watched this wonderful young man…I found it difficult to understand….
where all the time has gone since I could pick him up…
and carry him with one hand?
Since I took him for walks in his stroller….
and pointed out all the things there were to see.
When did this little boy I use to cradle…
become taller and wiser than me?
I still see that same smile…that same eagerness…
that same innocence and joy
as I saw in him every time I picked him up when he was a little boy.
But gone are the days I could pick him up…
or tuck him into bed snug as a bug in a rug
Those times I would carry him around the house when he visited
have been replaced with a ‘Hi PopPop” and a hug.
Oh I am not complaining…everything is great…it’s wonderful…it’s good.
Life has moved on as it is meant to move on…as it always should.
But as I stood there watching Damien marry the love of his life….
when I heard the wedding bell chime….
I thought back and wondered how great it would be
If I could pick him up with one hand
and carry him…
one more time.
Copyright © Jim Yerman | Year Posted 2024
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