John Carter Brown


Today I saw


Today I saw my Grandson
His head was in a muddle
He messed around until he slipped
And fell into a puddle;
I picked him up and scolded him
And then I wiped his face
He offered his apologies
Which put me in my place.

With misted eyes and stifled sighs
I listened to his pleas
This scruffy little tearaway
With grazed and grubby knees;
With holes in sweater-elbows
(And inevitably, shoes)
With limitless endurance
And temper without fuse.

I stood and simply wondered
What went on in his head,
His scatter-brained remarks
And all the crazy things he said;
Then off he trotted, scampering,
And jumping like a flea,
Today I saw my Grandson,
And wished that I was he.

(Written Dec 2012)

Submitted: Thursday, December 27, 2012

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He isn't really so scruffy, but I was when I was his age(and it did me no harm whatsoever!) Hope you like the poem anyway.

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  • Joseph Anderson (1/4/2013 2:38:00 PM)

    Well, I liked it.Such a great portrayel of yhat scruffy little ball of energy and I along with you wish I was that kid, one
    more time. Much more then a comedy write, it was poignant and touching (Report) Reply

  • Clarence Prince (12/27/2012 2:03:00 PM)

    A very nice poem, I enjoyed the read, John! Furthermore, it's good that you can spend time in the company of your grandson, may you both be blessed! (Report) Reply

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