A toy locomotive
fresh red paint
on it’s wooden boiler
waits on time for completion.
Black and white tints
stands ready in jars
for the peeling
of masking tape.
and a grandmother’s
meticulous brushing.
The little train
In brightest color array
will match another
quilted on a toddler’s comforter.
Nathanael, know that you are richly loved
by the tender body and soul
that once enclosed your mother.
Beyond the superb images here, you have the power to also compose a song, lullaby, a song to be sung to this child...which is still relevant when he grows in years. GOOD, Robert...I haven't read anything of yours that wasn't GOOD! ! ! ! xxxElysabeth
The lovely light of warmth and tender feelings shines in this one. Pure enchantment, Robert. Always your friend at Poemhunter, Sandra
That's lovely, and fresh as paint... I hope he gets to read it in 10,20,10x years' time, and remembers the day...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Grandfatherly love and admiration pour from these words penned for a dearly loved spouse and her lucky grandson. This one certainly brought tears to my eyes. love, Allie xxx