Ain’t Youth Grand?
Time with Grandparents
For youth it seems,
That time goes backwards-
The older they get,
the less time they have
To make memories
With the oldest in their lives
To hold their hand
and learn from them
Take photos and dance
Sing together or laugh
To ask them questions
That we don’t think of
Until we are older and it’s too late
We wonder later why we never asked
But we were too young and in love
Exploring the world from the ground
Somewhere between then and growing tall
We learn at a young age
That grief is a part of life
We reach for the hand of a grandparent
Only to remember we might
be able to reach them now
But they aren’t there anymore
My dad taught my son to play chess
He taught my daughter to cook
And he sang songs to my youngest
He danced with my oldest
Whilst ‘Fly me to the moon’ was playing
Her face went bright red
But she couldn’t stop smiling
He had a pingu gibberish language
With my youngest daughter
That left them both in stitches!
He helped them engrave their names
On padlocks and linked them all
Onto a tourist lookout fence
He showed them how to use his telescope
He left them all his musical instruments
And he left me his home-
But I have a photo of each memory
To pass onto my kids one day
When they reach for their Grumpy
And remember he isn’t there anymore.
~~THANKYou for reading 🕊️
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Thank you, I appreciated, absorbed and enjoyed, Bravo!