Glad to be able to honour my grandfather! A bouquet of feelings! |
When as newborn, in my crib I lay, wrapped in frills, capped in lace, he hovered nearby every day, warmth ‘n’ tenderness writ on his face. On shaky knees I learnt to stand, uncertainly I toddled, a new world was mine! Clasping his gently outstretched hand, with fierce pride his eyes would shine! A naughty child of about two, I borrowed often his walking stick, straddled it horse-like the whole house thru’' ne’er once did I hear his tongue click! Unsure when first I set off to school, choking down the welling tear, lovingly he drew on my cap of wool, and hugged away all doubt and fear! Wrestling with study, a school going child, confused, pressured, or just plain tired; softly he reasoned, wisely and mild, rescuing me when trouble transpired. As troubled teen, against my parents raging, screaming tantrums, creating confusion, I leaned on his shoulder, wisdom emerging, guided surely to fortuitous conclusion! A young adult, ready to spread my wings, poised on the edge of giddy threshold, From within me a new confidence springs, ready to face the future however it unfold! I remember the one, who brought me this far, so much to him I owe, it must not go unsaid. "Grandpa to me you are the shining star, If I was the needle, you were the thread! Your long and fruitful life from God I soulfully plead, but you’ll live in my heart, in every word and deed!" |