A to Z Challenge – D is for Dirty Fingerprints

April 4, 2015 at 12:01 am | Posted in A-Z Blogging Challenge 2015, Poetry | 15 Comments
Tags: grandchildren, memories

 

 

 

 

I wrote this poem just after having my first grandchild visit from interstate.

 

 

Exactly a year ago they came to visit;

Their first interstate foray since his birth.

He was almost two years old,

Bright, active and adventurous,

Yet somehow shy and tentative

In this unfamiliar place.

We walked by the lake and he laughed

As the wind took his breath away.

He loved the boats on the water,

And saw where a generator spun in the wind.

“Umm!” he demanded. “More ummm!”

But there were no others to find.

He played happily with borrowed toys,

And slept peacefully in a borrowed cot,

Getting to know us a little more –

His Grandma and Opa.

A joy and a pleasure to have him –

However long or short the time.

It was only after they’d gone that we saw them.

Four or five, on the big glass door,

Where he’d leaned as he looked outside.

Handprints, tiny and perfectly formed,

Brought Aidan back to us in memory –

Our beautiful, bright-eyed grandson.

It was a long time before that glass door

Saw a cleaning cloth!

(c)  Linda Visman