But I Will

 

     If my poems are the children of my brain, this one was breech and there was no anesthesia available. Sometimes, all I have to do to create a poem is write it down and tweak a few words. Writing up this, extremely simple, concept was more like tweaking a bear into submission with a wooden spoon. At this point, I don't even care if my brainchild is homely, I'm just glad my mind is no longer in labor.

 But I Will

 With baby steps, my small grand girls

will move beyond their toddler world.

Gabrielle, Renata, Jules,

will leave their baby toys behind,

explore, and read, and fill their minds

with the ways and wonders of God's world.

 They won't recall these early years,

  but I will.

 

I've misplaced my car keys and phone,

lost shopping lists, headed back home,

forgotten where I parked the car

and, oh so many, names.

But I'll recall our special games.

They won't treasure former favorite toys

or the first words they said,

  but I will.

 

We will still have our Grandma days

but we will play in different ways.

It is okay my precious three

that you can't share my memories.

There's so much more to share ahead.

As you grow up, these early things

may not seem worth remembering,

but I, forever, will.

6/29/21