Today Day 17 I am going off prompt to present one of my own. I am a grandma of a beautiful boy , ( dearest boy, Newbie) . Sadly things have not always run smoothly in the 34 months that he has been on this planet. I wrote this poem at worst of times for me. Things are far from perfect even now but there is a thaw and we do see the darling boy occasionally. Also there is another grandchild due in June ….another boy. My husband and I shall never be as involved as my daughter in law’s parents but that is not for lack of trying.
So today’s post is about the pain caused by a rift in a family the love for a grandchild or even child that one can not see for whatever reason.
Never to see you again.
If I never saw you again? I would not die.
There would be nothing I’d want to see. I would cry.
If I never heard your little voice? It would not be of my choice.
There’ll music, speech and birdsong. Yet nothing to make me rejoice.
So full of hopes and dreams, for you was I
I hoped to spoil you, teach you, love you then watch you fly.
I may not witness all this now, it is true.
Please believe me, to not see you, is not what I want to do.
If I never held your hand again. It would cause me pain
Photos and second hand news are not the same.
I shall carry my memories with me all the time
I shall savour them as a glass of of vintage wine.
Let me tell you now, though you may never see this page
I pray all this will pass and something will dissolve the ‘Adults’rage.
Watching you from afar, keeping you in mind, praying all will be well.
I shall pray every night for sense to win out, and end this hell.