Precious Little One
Callum William Donaldson, 7.12.10 3.42 am
A Love So Strong.
THIS POEM IS WRITTEN FOR MY GRANDSON, AND WILL BE INCLUDED IN MY MEMOIRS, SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT OF COURSE.
Cradling you, my precious bundle of joy,
so pure and free from sin,
It isn't hard to see what you mean to me.
I wish I could feed you from nature knows what is best,
but alas my child those days are over, gone.
Although not old, I did that for your dad,
made him strong and tall and all that he is,
so that he can pass his wisdom onto you.
Skin so fair, complexion the colour of milk,
blond hair, but soon to be brown,
but none the less the feeling of silk.
I can see my precious baby in you.
Those same liquid eyes that pierce right through my heart,
like a soft wind blowing through the trees,
you grip my finger and smile,
just like the snowdrops greeting in the spring.
My heart aches at the very sight of you,
and still I have to smell you close to me.
The babbling stream that rushes through the field,
the lighting bolt that strikes the tree so tall,
everyday I thank God for the chance to know you.
My friendship will never fail you
and Nana's love will always be there to guide you.
Just as God's pure light,
just there, always sitting besides you.
Spring lambs skipping amongst the Daisy's,
remind me of a life full of joy,
I pray for you.
Grow strong my child, for from the eyes and love of men,
children are born and I want to see them shine again.
You are a reminder of all that is good in this world,
and despite growing older, I want to nurse and nurture you forever,
I will always be in your life to support you,
and will be the proudest Nana in the world to have known you.
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