The Change
My grandson on the phone full of mirth, life and love
Then it happened. His voice cracked. Just a little.
But it cracked.
He is changing. The change that we all remember.
The child is fading into the man.
I will miss that child as much as I want to meet that man.
All I can do is watch from afar.
My grandson on the phone full of mirth, life and love
Copyright © Errol Young | Year Posted 2021
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment