Here I reflect on why an immediate bond is formed with
grandchildren – and also question the role of being a Grandparent.
Is shared blood the only reason we love?
Is our connection your likeness of face?
Do I remember my parents, now above,
Seeing them in the eyes in which I gaze.
Do I picture myself and my mistakes,
Aware of insecurities and fears?
Should I try to warn you, keep you safe,
Pass on the experience of my years?
Or do I hope through you again to live
Bringing back forgotten memories of my past
Recalling love, as through photographs I sieve,
Reliving passionate moments of my heart.
Should I protect you – tell you life can burn?
Or as I did, let you find out in your turn.