Forrest, My Grandson

A poem I wrote for my grandson's birthday last year

My grandson;
just seems yesterday,
that he had started walking,
learning the lay of the yard;
his favorite corner,
being the one of dirt,
where he played with his cars.

He was so ticklish
and his sister delighted
in making him giggle,
the smile on his face,
as bright as his eyes.
when she would stop,
he would sigh.

All boy,
as he ran and jumped
and climbed.
Then, it was off to school
and the little boy,
became a young man;
always at the top of his class,
always maintaining his "cool".

Now,
he stands on the threshold
of becoming a man.
There is a calm, steadiness,
in his eyes,
along with a glint,
that hints of stubborn resolve.

Instead, of giggling,
he has a great laugh
and I've seen his compassion, too.
I know,
he'll be an adult man,
who will exceed,
at whatever he chooses to do.

Reviews

[Mauricio Montoya]

awesome!

[Craig2591]

I have to admit, you had me a little scared at first. This sounded almost like a memorial. Glad I was wrong.

A nice tribute to your grandson.

[J. Viands]

Flawless transition in the time changing which I assume you where trying to express well done.

[Pax]

time really runs fast..... this is really a lovely write..and sweet...
great !!!

[Cole Hayley]

Very personal and beautiuf;

[afra]

awww lovely write

[Cerise]

awww..thats so sweet and wonderful...very touching and cheerful..a feeling that makes you wish to live such moments...well done

[Celestial Witch Child]

You have such a beautifully sentimental piece here. Amazing work as usual. (:

[Coyote Poetry]

I love my grand boys too. They give me hope and energy. I like the story. Dirt is the boy's best friend. I like the hope and positive feel of the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Dr. Wood ?]

a wonderful tribute of love and affection