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.

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[Ahmad Cox]

They grow up so fast