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)
Wonderful rythmic piece of work... and a wonderful grandson, too
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
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!
Oh, the wonder of reliving childhood through grandchildren, a really lovely write John.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh the joys of childhood - lovely and enchanting write John.