I see the child in his eyes,
Hear the voice filled with delight;
The smile to demilitarise a legion and
It’s pleasing he only has sleep to fight.
Arms locked around my neck in embrace,
eyes that stare into mine and creates my smile
for the joy that rains over my heart;
for the love he gives freely, unconditionally;
and his cheeky smile.
We sit and talk for hours.
I ‘catch’ the odd word now and then.
There’s no-one but us, just two, then it’s,
“come on Grampy, lets’ go and play trains...”
And I kneel in ignorant pain as we
Build the station, a route, a track.
He finds the ‘fat controller’ and shrieks
Before clambering over my aching back.
We have one hundred and eighty five feet
Of track to lay out. For Thomas.
That’s the Tank Engine, his favourite toy
And plays until just before sunrise is upon us.
“it’s light Grampy” he says
Like a kid definitely in the know,
“Grampy should be sleeping now”
A kiss upon my cheek
A goodnight or just a ‘I love you’
is so, well, just so.
And every moment is treasure.
Every second filled with pleasure.
Every word is solid gold
But don’t offer me happiness,
I’ve already been sold!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem