Grandchildren & Grandparents

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Little darling nestled on her Grammie's soft shoulder 

One, a bit younger, and one, a bit older

Thumb in little mouth; little eyes are closed up tight

And Grammie's sweet smile says that everything's all right

Darling shades of pink, and wavy tresses, soft and red

And leaned on Grammie's warm grey colors, darling's little head

Young and small, older, tall, two girls snuggling there

A picture filled with happiness, and Grammie's loving care

My sweet granddaughter made for me

A little plastic cup of tea

But when I went to drink it up,

There wasn't any in the cup!

Another day she took some blocks

And one became a cereal box

I said to her it tasted good

But I saw just a piece of wood!

She drew a lovely blue balloon

(or possibly a little moon)

For toddler hands, quite a feat

But I saw scribbles on that sheet!

One day, she chose to stand beside

Me, saying she was going to hide

Peek-a-boo, where could she be?

Oh, there she was, right next to me!

The world within a child's mind

The things they see, the things they find

The things they share, the things they do

If only we could live there, too!

And cultivate who they are

Making sure they travel far

As their tiny lives unfold

To happy futures, bright and bold!

Where did my grandson hide?

Grampie asked, aloud, one day

Did he slip, somehow, outside?

To disappear and play?

Grampie thought he saw a certain

Boy out there, until he spied

A fold within the curtain

On the window, to one side

Two small and smiling eyes

Topped by a mop of hair

And then he saw, to his surprise

His grandson hiding there!

Easter, out in front of church, up stair by stair by stair

To the top, then to the door, then inside, to a pew

Organ music swelling, with singing in the air

People dressed up, so much for a little boy to view!

The hymns were fun for listening, and the offering fun, as well

But then, with prayers and preaching, folks began to quiet down

Not as child-friendly, and once the silence fell

It was very hard, for little children, not to make a sound

A little boy then followed Grampie, out the great big door

Across the entrance porch, to the fence down at the end

Then down the great big steps, to a grassy playroom floor

Out on the lawn to play with leaves, this little Sunday friend

I love special services, with liturgy all planned

And older folk, so happy for tradition, safe and warm

But leaves and grass, and little boys, are something still more grand

Tiny grandsons reaching for their grampie's steady arm

A boy named Ben liked to tap

His foot, Nintendo in lap

   Where the fabric was broke,

   So his grandfather spoke,

Said "your foot might get stuck in that gap!"