MY GRANDSON’S EYES…
As I watch my Grandson play
It takes me back to younger days.
I see his Father at the age of three
And it warms the very heart of me.
Birthday cakes and licking the bowl
Playing two hours with cookie dough
Sandcastles and popsicle sticks
Boo boo’s only a Band-Aid can fix.
Mud puddles and little red trucks
Hugs and kisses that mean so much
Seeking approval with just a smile
Scooby Doo makes life worthwhile
Innocence written all over his face,
Especially when he broke my vase.
“I didn’t do it, if I did are you mad?”
With a tender voice that sounds so sad.
All he needs is to hear it’s OK
With courage he’s off to face the day.
Always a “Why?” when told “No!”
Accepting the answer, “Because I said so!”
A box and a string to catch a bird
Believing he can without saying a word.
Those were the days of yesterday.
Now my Son’s grown and gone away.
No doubt when I look in my Grandson’s eyes
I see his Father without disguise.
©Copyright May 6, 2001 by Eileen Breedlove