"To a grandson"

Found this poem today when searching through old files, and written for my first grandchild, a long while back.

On a clear August day

Do you see the butterflies little one?

Fluttering through flowers and trees.

Look, look at the leaves floating down, little one

Hear them crunch beneath our feet.

Listen to the song of the wind little one

And feel it ruffle your hair.

Let’s call out to the crow little one,

Sitting on a branch just there.

The wonder in your eyes

Awakens wonder in my heart

And I wish you could stay,

And let me share the wonder.

Stay, little one,

Stay here, 

Safe in Grandma’s arms.