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Grandmama's
Boy
Grandmama's boy
with fishing
pole,
So full of
youth's unending
zest,
I wish that I
could take your
hand
And join you on
your wondrous
quest.
For youth is
filled with
wonderment,
So free of
grownup cares
and fear,
And summer
beckons you to
play
While sunny days
still linger
near.
Oh, winsome
child with pail
of worms,
Adventure
twinkling in
your eyes,
Epitomizing
summer's charm,
You are the
essence of blue
skies.
You do not
understand, my
sweet,
This time so
soon shall be no
more,
And summer's
fire will
dwindle down
When autumn
sneaks in
through the
door.
My pride and
joy, embrace
these days,
The world is
yours, so claim
it now --
Explore!
explore! before
the fall
Slips wrinkles
on your aging
brow.
Copyright ©
1995 Ruth Gillis
"Grandmama's
Boy"
received a
Second Place
Award
in the July 1996
issue of RB's
Poets' Viewpoint.
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