Dating : A Brief Moment in Time with my Grandson.

A little hand holds mine
softly holds my finger
reassured and confident in my love and presence.

We walk down to the sea
discussing stones, sand and weed.
Which will hurt your toes, which is scary,

Which is fun, to pick and throw?
Dig sand and feed it into the waves,
The ocean is hungry? Of course!

A tiring day running, splashing, exploring
the minute dictator in control
of all around him, directing his attendants.

So soon this moment will pass, this visit will end.
Next time you will be older. It will not be your first
conscious exploring of beach life.

And we shall have fun of course
but not as it was this trip, this special magical few days
to pass so soon yet kept immaculate by their scarcity.

To say that I love you is ridiculous,
to say you captured my heart,
that I never want these days to end.

But I must return to my routines and responsibilities
and you must return to your own life.
I always have photos, and those memories.