Poem, “Grandchild” or “Unrequested Hugs”

Unrequested hugs, especially when I am body slammed at a full run (she is almost two years old), with pure enthusiasm and mischief, prompted this:

 

Grandchild

 

Grandchild who are you

That can make joy spread and vibrate

In each cell that is my body

 

How do your eyes

The faces you make

Keep me wrapped around your finger

 

Your marvel at the world

Is wonder and pure emotion

Your smile is healing to my soul

 

When you hug me all on your own

Right then I am lost in you

And found at the same time

Purely present in that blissful moment

NmK

Neal Klein
Life After Emilee, on the loss of my wife to pancreatic cancer. I’m not accepting comments right now but please feel free to get in touch via my Contact page.