poems

Sunday 4^th Sept. was set aside as ‘Father’s Day.’ To be a father is a wonderful privilege. To be a grandfather is more than a privilege, it is an honour. Sometimes it is tiring as youth stretches the aging process to its limits. Still, what an awesome delight it is to be a positive influence, both relational and spiritual, emotional and intellectual in the life of a child, especially a grandchild. It was partly this awareness which motivated me to write ‘Children: God’s special Interest’ (in Christian Bookshops now).  It was one of my grandsons who was instrumental in my writing the following simple poem about sharing yourself with a pre-school child.

A Grandchild’s Sweetest Words.

Read me a story grand-dad

Read me a story.

I can say my A B C

And count, one, two, three.

But, read me a story

Please grand-dad

Read me a story.

Help me with my shoes grand-dad,

Help me with my shoes.

I can find my socks

And eat all my porridge.

But, help me with my shoes

Please grand-dad,

Help me with my shoes.

Come and play a game with me grand-dad

Come and play right now.

I won’t be naughty

Or get clothes dirty.

But, come and play with me

Please grand-dad,

Come and play with me.

It’s time to go home grand-dad

It’s time to go home.

Mummy has my tea ready

And daddy’s here too.

Thank you grand-dad

For being here today.

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I love you grand-dad

I really love you.

                                             ©Raymond N. Hawkins August 2005.