I am a Captive

Tonight, my grandson

complained about nap time,

surrendered and laid down.

Grabbed my arm and tucked in into his chest.

I became his captive, and I am okay with that.

******

Dishes called,

"the mustard

will get dry."

I'm being held captive and I am okay with that.

******

Cellphone rang,

I love your call,

You'll understand when I call back

for now, I am his captive.

******

Body heat rises,

I shift the blankets

to cool the little man

he tightened his grip, securing his captive.

******

A deep sigh,

body twitches,

Slow rhythmic breathing,

the captive feels the captor's grip relax.

*******

A slow move,

the captor didn't wake.

A daring pull of the arm

The captor is free, no longer his captive.

*******

I stand

and look

at his sweet little face

I forever will be his captive

because he has my heart and I am okay with that.