Sunday, May 20, 2012


Editor's note: "In relationships between the very young and the very old, generation gaps are often temporarily bridged," Dad wrote as the introduction to this poem.

There's nothing in the world, I guess,
Can bring a Grandpa joy
As much as holding on his knee
A little toddler boy.

Or teaching him his letters,
Also how to count to ten,
And reading favorite stories
To him, time and time again.

Pretending you can't find him,
When he hides behind the door,
And letting him defeat you,
Shooting marbles on the floor.

The little fellow never
Wants to get undressed for bed;
He'd rather play with Grandpa,
Till he falls asleep instead.

But time has made a difference,
And I regret to say
Things are just not quite the same
As they were yesterday.

Scotty doesn't seem to care
For marbles any more;
Our toddler weighs one-eighty-five,
And stands at six-foot-four!

--Acres of Verse (1994)

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