My Grandfather's Hands
My Gramps' hands
They held me tight
The day that I was born
I'm told he sang a lullaby and drew me close and warm
Picking fruit in the back garden
And bike rides 'round the block
His hands would clean a scrape or cut
Soothe when I took a knock
When my plaster cast came off
His hands stretched out to steady
He said, "Move forward slowly girl, step when you are ready..."
Gramps' hands provided
A light mid-afternoon snack:
Half a dumpie guava juice
And Flanagans crisps - green pack
To keep school extra-mural dates
He'd help pick up the pace
He'd call me Desperado and carry my violin case
Gramps' hands would give me
A sturdy birthday shake
He'd say, "Another year older...Now behave for heaven's sake!"
And as I walked the aisle that day
And his hand just brushed past mine
I had no doubt of his love for us
As sure as the sun would shine!
And when he took our baby girl
So gently in his care
My heart was filled with joy and thanks
That in her life he'd share
And then last week my Gramps' hands suddenly went still
They were placed across his chest
Pale, with a chill
Of this I'm sure, his hands, I know
Won't always be this way
Those gentle hands - so tan and strong
Will live again one day.
"Life as we see it", right? My time so far at the cycle tour office is reminding me of just how demanding life in this age can be - a time seeking instant solution and gratification: We want it now! We won't wait! This is what makes a relaxing, easy going activity seem so rewarding! We've always been fortunate enough to cook with pleasure - obviously more for mine! And since returning from BA, we've also found great enjoyment from leisurely strolls in the neighbourhood or at Sea Point promenade. Take time for this! Here's what we've been a part of this past week: We were encouraged to see a group of students from Bishops come out (even in the rain) and join with the FBC team in painting a mural on the school's new diningroom and kitchen wall. For news and updates visit: http://www.fbcschool.org.za/ We joined over 15 000 walkers in a quest to feed the hungry children in the Western Cape, by participaing in the Blisters for Bread walk on Sunday. We tackl...
Beautiful! You know just how to put the words together.
ReplyDeleteAh man, I wanted to put your poem on my blog! :)
ReplyDeleteThis truly represents 'la vida de Sakkie comos los vemos'. Thanks Ash. There are tears: but they're smiley tears because this is gramps as we remember him. Thanks.
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