Precious Poem by NAYYAR SHABBIR AHMAD

My precious grandchildren came to visit me for three weeks
And my uneventful life was transformed in an instant into an abundance of laughter and happiness

The days flew by, barely registering with me.
So, naturally when they left their visit felt rather brief and fleeting.

Now, all I have to hold on to are the very many happy memories they left behind.....
along with an assortment of toys -

and the resumption of a life of solitude and silence