The Sleepover

The strings pulling on my heart
The smile she offers when ice cream drops down her Peppa Pig dress
How she snuggles into my lap and falls asleep
How I gently lift her into bed
Tuck her in
Kiss her chin
Awake at 6:30
Grandad, grandad, grandad
Can I make some cakes
Can we go round the block on my bike
Can we go to the farm today
Come on Grandad, get up, get up
Toothpaste splashes on the wall
On the mirror, in the hall
Cornflakes with milk, toast and singing
Incy-wincy-spider and the farmers in the dell
Hay diddle diddle
Laughing, singing, playing
.......................
The strings pulling on my heart



Poetry by JohnJohn
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Written on 2016-03-18 at 12:14

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
The wonderful joys of watching a granddaughter grow at close range! You're a lucky man, Mick.
2016-03-20


Nancy Sikora
Such a sweet and joyful poem. Beautiful.
2016-03-18



I love your poems about your granddaughter. Young children can tell when an adult is truly present and genuinely loves their company. I suspect these little attentions you give her will be deeply influential. You are giving her a real and lasting gift. And I love the sounds and rhythm in this poem, especially: "Toothpaste spashes on the wall / On the mirror, in the hall."
2016-03-18