My Grandson John.

 

My alarm clock has changed,
Its now a face pat or shake.
It makes the sweet  sound,
Of “Pop, are you awake?".
It goes off, Oh so early,
Not yet a hint  of the sun.
But a perfect opportunity,
To get the  good stuff done.

 

Just the two of us for breakfast,
At the wooden bench we  sit,
We discuss most weighty matters,
Like his  pirate ship sand pit.
Each new day brings  a surprise ,
A delight to watch him grow.
There is always something new,
More words, or he learned to throw.

 

Its seems I now  understand
Most everything he can say,
Is it me who is slowly learning,
His magical two year old way?
He finds many ways to say what he wants,
And when  there’s communication stress,
He takes my hand to show me,
Or  finds  another way to express.

 

When he announces his intention,
To put his  "whiskas on Pop",
It seems I can’t quite bring myself,
To say that he should stop.
To my rough unshaven face,
He rubs his soft smooth chin,
He thinks  that I'm the one prickled,
I feel guilty,  I know its a sin.

 

I pretend that it really tickles,
So he giggles and does it some more,
Until the rash on his cute little face ,
Is pink and looking rather sore.
On my shoulders he rides so high,
He is Superman with his cape.
From a battered old cardboard box,
He makes good  his comical escape.

 

 
Nightly news and current affairs,
Are now a thing of my past.
Just Giggle & Hoot in prime time,
He gets excited, having a blast.
To him the puppets are real, 
We sit and watch it’s my choice.
Enduring the awful sound,
Of Jimmy Giggle's squeaky voice.

 

When he is wild and  running amok,
Or makes an ear piercing squeal,
He will solemnly commit to behave,
Signed and sealed with: "It’s a  deal!".
Its a formal binding agreement,
That lasts a minute or two,
Then off exuberant and playful,
With  much more mischief to pursue.

 

Every day a brand new adventure,
He is nothing short of full on
As far as I’m concerned he  is perfect,
My little grandson John.

Reviews

[cynthiabuhainbaello]

Delightful, you take me there to meet him. I don't have a grandson (yet) but I had a son and he was much like this. Your poem brought back the memories and every child adventure mentioned in the lines was like watching him in my mind (and hearing the squeal). Enjoyed this and thank you for writing such a wonderful work.

[Keith]

Thank you Cynthia. I must confess that I also did have some almost "devine" help in the form of generous assistance from the Master (David Paget). I have written a few dozen poems since I started several months ago, but I now realise that most of them need quite a bit of work before they will be up to a standard where I feel that I can post them on the Cafe. I particulary appreciate kind words from yourself as you have created some of the very best work that I have yet encountered on Writers cafe. Keith.

[TL Boehm]

Just the two of us for breakfast,
At the wooden bench we sit,
We discuss most weighty matters,
Like his pirate ship sand pit.

What a wonderful poem - it put a lump in my throat as I read it. Very sweet, real poetry.

[Keith]

Thank you Tammy. I am really new to this and particularly appreciate such kind words from a writer as experienced and talented as yourself.

[TL Boehm]

my love for writers and writing far exceeds any "Talent" I may have.

[Keith]

Now that's way too modest, you have a special talent and it is apparent in your early work.

[SyberRose]

Enjoyed reading...and a proud grand-father you are...I have four grandsons...SyberRose

[Keith]

Thank you for your kind words.

[carol burgess romance]

I have four grandkids and there is nothing like them to melt my heart...lovely poem

[Keith]

Thank you Carol, I am so new to the Writerscafe and hadn't quite worked out how to reply. In fact I believe that you posted my first review, much appreciated and apologies for the late response.