Depressed in losing sunshine, laughter and
fun, happy noises, delightful chaos, little voices
babbling, running feet, curious eyes, small
mouths sweet as they sleep exhausted from
the world as an experience of glorious loving
and the phenomenon of being
Why be calm when the troupe moves on, Dad
cajoling, Mom consoling; you’ve earned the
tableau of honour obligatory as beloved Père
Noël, venerable head of the family– tho your
silence speaks volumes of your anxious
reach for old routines
After this explosion of emotion you are an
empty sponge wrung in the affections of your
beloved grandkids*, it will take time to settle
down, before colour returns to the World that
now seems lifeless and grey without the two
little ones to paint it so…
*Charlotte and Oliver
1 comment:
They never looked better!!!
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