~To My Grandson~

You come to this fair  world, untimely reaped,

the sunshine of your Mum and joy of Dad.

Ah, what wee lips and chin; entranced we  leaped

to see this pinkish babe so purely  clad.

You wail; it's  time for  bottle of white  milk,

a change of nappies, baby falls asleep.

Loved ones surround you, spin their golden  silk,

and Granny  writes a sonnet  as shades creep.

They say you have your Mum's eyes and Dad's face.

Your limbs are long and soon you'll walk and run

and catch the  ball I throw and pace by pace,

sing school-room songs and play guitar. What fun !

Excuse my reverie, o  little one;

don't cry, I'll change your nappy now, Grandson.

Grandma