Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could all remember the first few years of our lives? After all, these are the years – we are told – that form us, shape us into the people we become.
Now I have grandchildren I sometimes wonder how much they will remember of the happy times we have together. Nothing special. Just the everyday things. Sharing a story. Playing hide and seek. Cuddles. Bath time. Bed time.
I wrote this next poem when I was a new mother. Every parent has done this. Watched their child sleeping.
The same feeling still comes over me when I hold our fabulous new grandson who was born less than three weeks ago.
The years are swept away and I remember this poem I wrote a lifetime ago.
I watch my son asleep in bed.
What dreams can he be dreaming
the little sleepyhead?
I want to build a wall around his cot
Shield him from the world
Instead I tuck his blankets tight
And kiss my sleeping child goodnight.
© Andrea Neidle, My Life in Poems