The Small Grandchildren Poem by Shalom Freedman

The small grandchildren
Make me forget
There is hopelessness in the world-

Their boisterous play
Their endless excitement over nothing much
Their ongoing need for ‘more' and ‘more'
Remind me
How strong the force of life can be-

So even I in the impatience of my old age
And its demands for quietness and order
Cannot help smiling and laughing
At their unstoppable energy
In running and jumping
and playing and playing
around.