Come Here and Touch the Green Green

A poem to my darling new grandson, Lucas. It's somewhat of an introduction to the world -- tempered with the wonder of a child's perception. The rain is the cleansing, healing, rain...but...

b"h 

March 21, 2013

Come here and touch the green green

Grass. Come here and look up at the sky.

Come here and see the stars and the

Moon and the sun and the clouds -- and

Stand in the fields of golden grain and

Run down the hills and climb the 

Mountains and swim swim swim in the sea.

Come here and know that this is yours

To behold and to love. Fear not the

Wars and the pain. Neither fear the

Cold cold wind.  But come here, my child. 

Come here and feel the rain.

Reviews

[Holly Mason]

he will luckily see the world as you do a beautiful picture of wonderment
from the green grass to a cleansing rain-
I love the love that your family shares as I read your words
thank you for sharing
he has your eyebrows*)

[Firestone Feinberg]

i am thrilled that he has my eyebrows... I never needed them anyway. Thanks, Holly, as always, for your exuberant and hopeful review. Yes, love is here. It's the main ingredient in this soup. What could be more nourishing? love, david

[jacob erin-cilberto]

all that lies ahead for him...wonderous journey, hopefully he will enjoy all that is before him.

[Firestone Feinberg]

I hope so too. Sure is a hard world to enter. He seems strong, though -- even now.
Thanks for reviewing. Hope all is well. --David