Consumed With Love,

Source

Loves first Kiss

Looking through the bars, what do I see?

the most delicious blue eyes looking back at me,

That cherished smile I have become to know so well,

with that skin so fair, so soft that everyone can tell.


That kneeling here is where I want to be,

looking through those bars so everyone can see,

that small clenched fist held up to the dawns light,

of fairies you dream of well into the night.


The smell of talc, so perfumed and so clear,

it's all to much strain, but makes me stay here.

Beside your side, I will always want to be,

to cherish you now for all eternity.


I will watch you grow, my heart so full of pride,

my feelings for you I shall never be able to hide,

to protect you for all the days are long,

to stay with you always and sing you my song.


Oh grandson be a happy little boy,

your nana only wants to share your joy,

as the countryside awakes, with birdsong trill and bright,

nana will guide you and teach you wrong from right


All my love I will give to you each and every day,

soft whispers, loving touches I will send all your way,

and when I am gone, my legacy you will hold

so close to your heart and in your hands, tiny and cold

that everyone will see just how precious you are,

looking through the window at the world out there, so far,


Little boy in your innocence many stories will be told,

nana will save you from this world and turn you from the cold,

sitting at your cot side, looking through the bars,

nana will keep you warm and away from all that harms.


More by this Author


Comments 11 comments

thebluestar profile image

thebluestar 5 years ago from Northern Ireland Author

Hey saddle, thank you hunnie for stopping by. I am afraid that my poetic voice is really not that good, I love attempting something new, but this side of writing still is a mystery to me.

You are a dear sweet man to still have just beautiful memories. It is sad that children do grow older and fly the nest, I miss my son, but there is never a day goes by that I don't think about him. Nothing changes the world over. Your children are fortunate to have a father who is so sensitive and loving. Sending hug's hunnie.


saddlerider1 profile image

saddlerider1 5 years ago

What a terrific joyful loving poem. I so remember those days of sitting on the floor in our nursery looking through those bars, smelling the talc, watching those blue eyes looking back at me in wonderment. Oh how those days came and went to fast and now all 4 have grown to teens and adults and don't look back at their dad much anymore. How sad to lose them, cherish the moments always. Hugs


Mrs. J. B. profile image

Mrs. J. B. 5 years ago from Southern California

Miss Grans fits your personality better... Boy that little Callum is so gorgeous... Looks more like me everyday!!!


thebluestar profile image

thebluestar 5 years ago from Northern Ireland Author

Hey Leelee I like my new name, Miss Grans. lol You are a laugh. Speak to you soon x


Mrs. J. B. profile image

Mrs. J. B. 5 years ago from Southern California

Miss Grans: Callum is gorgeous. So perfect in every way. Yup so much like me... LOL. Your poetry is like soft waves slapping the sea shore. So calming, relaxing and inspiring.


thebluestar profile image

thebluestar 5 years ago from Northern Ireland Author

Oh epi my dear man, you are always so kind and encouraging and I can't thank you enough for your comments. Be safe and well dear friend until the next time we speak. Sooon!!


epigramman profile image

epigramman 5 years ago

..what a lovely lovely title and he is so lucky to be surrounded by so much love, affection and adoration , well just like the love, affection and adoration that I send your way when I read your writing .....


thebluestar profile image

thebluestar 5 years ago from Northern Ireland Author

Hi Foss, thank you once again for your kind words, they mean such a lot to me. Writing has been part of my healing process and it has really help me get to terms with my past.

Sofs thank you my friend, always there with encouragement. Apart from my son Craig, Callum is the only remaining relation I have and they are both so precious to me.

Sharyn, legacy is the only thing I can leave my grandson, and not a monetary legacy at that. But if I complete my memoirs and with photographs can let him meet the family, he will never live in doubt as I have. x


Fossillady profile image

Fossillady 5 years ago from Saugatuck Michigan

aah, nana will save from this big bad world...very sweet...the photo with the blue ribbon and tag from God is priceless as is your poem


Sharyn's Slant profile image

Sharyn's Slant 5 years ago from Northeast Ohio USA

BLUEtiful BLUEtiful! Your legacy in your words alone will be something to be cherished forever!


sofs profile image

sofs 5 years ago

What a blessed Grandson he is to have his nana looking out for him, to teach him and protect him to love him and care for him...beautiful... reminds me of something that I feel all the time :) The blue star Callum is one precious boy!!

    Sign in or sign up and post using a HubPages Network account.

    0 of 8192 characters used
    Post Comment

    No HTML is allowed in comments, but URLs will be hyperlinked. Comments are not for promoting your articles or other sites.


    Click to Rate This Article
    working