I thank the heavens for this darling boy
who's given my life new purpose, joy.
This little scrap of humanity, who sits
on my knee and expounds my vanity
and completely disarms me with his
'Hello, granddad' and infuriates when
he misbehaves then saves himself with
a smile and a hug and I give a shrug
and beckon him near, this grandson
so dear, who melts my heart and leaves
a gap when we are apart. Who angers
and pleases in equal measure yet gives
my memory so much to treasure. Our
knowing looks, the story books, the
afternoon naps, the selfie snaps.
The rough and tumble when you don't
really want to, but you oblige for the smiles
and the giggles and then you collapse in
a heap of wriggles and try to be straight -
laced whilst he probes your face to see how
your eye works and plays with your lip
then, off he'll skip on some other ploy
and ask you to play with some other toy
or else bombard you with imaginary snowballs,
until, tuckered out, sleep finally calls and he kisses
goodnight and lazily crawls into the land of dreams
and childhood schemes and I'm left, bereft, aching
and sore and anticipating more in the dawns early light.
Copyright © John Jones | Year Posted 2020
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