"My Boy" by Rosemary Griggs,
Over the years countless scribbles have found their way to the back of a drawer, never to emerge. I found this poem folded away in the lid of my grandmother's jewel box. It brings back memories of a bright summer's day in the early nineteen eighties as my son played in the garden..............Dimpled cheeks and laughing eyes
Chubby knees and a small trusting hand
Thrust into mine, holding, oh so tightly
Small things, small achievements bring such delight
The sudden heaviness of his sleeping head
Complete, unquestioning love
I am the centre of his small world
Mine, but never mine
Soon to grow, soon to go
Into his larger world
No longer will needing me
To feed and comfort with the magic healing kiss
These soft warm happy baby days go so fast