The daybreak drizzle has moved out to sea.
The dawning clouds are steel gray.
The wind is about 10 knots up from the Gulf Stream.
Nations have risen and fallen, two world wars, more political unrest, man has gone to the moon and the World Wide Web has come along, but nothing much has changed on this little wedge of the island.
The tide goes in and out.
The gulls and cranes still swoop and dive and the dolphin still dance. The beautiful gold sea oats continue to hold the sand dunes together…
But now you… have been born!
Your little smile, your hands and feet have changed everything.
I cannot smile without you.
There are very few words of wisdom I will give you as you grow up and let me into your world of sticks, and bugs, and rocks.
You will sleep the sleep of the blessed each night and when I get the chance I will tuck you in.
What I will do my grandson is love you. Love you unconditionally with all of my being and spirit.
Long after I am gone I will still watch over you and love you with a love that has no end.
The daybreak is clearer now, the sea breeze cleansing. The wars and internet have no meaning to me now.
The tide is a beautiful dance and all of God’s creatures perform just for you.
The sand dunes are for you to climb and my whole world is golden.
3 thoughts on “Emmet”
I love this so much, Jill. I know exactly what you mean – when I think of my own grandson and two little grand-daughters, everything bad fades into the background and the sun comes out. 😁
Enjoy sharing the whole world with your grandson. Make sure he gets to read this poem when he’s older. 💝x
Yes they are magical! Emmet is now 8 years old but have five total and they are pure joy! Hope you are well and staying safe.
5 grandchildren, wow, that’s great, Jill. 😁 Yes, we’re all doing well. Hubby’s work has shut for now, so we’re at home together, which doesn’t happen often!
The situation is a worry for us all … I suppose we just have to take it one day at a time.
I hope you and yours are bearing up, Jill. God be with you all. x