Ode to the Grands...

For dversepoets.com    this week it is open to anything anyone has written.

This I wrote in 2009 when my grandchildren were ten and seven.  
Not profound, deep or symbolic...just what poured out of me one day...

Ode to the Grands

by klr

Faded amethyst spokes of sun

 peak through the trees 

at twilight hour

If there is a stairway to heaven, 

there's no such place as half-way,

passing nodding flowers

Hanging with the Grands

faces washed by sunshine 

Bless these heavenly days
Chasing rainbows in tall dewy grass

they do not notice

the muted hues turning to haze

Fiercely alive

not missing anything

words to unscramble, bees that sting

Trails follow a throne 

of pine and apple branches

sharing renderings

Making a face, tying a lace

lighting up the sphere 

They study, absorb and teach
Knock-knock jokes, who's there?

How far can I reach?
Future poet or financier?

Colored pencils

sketch their faces in the sky

portraits to preserve innocence
Etchings engraved in my brain,

their curious thoughts impress

Monarchs flutter by

Hearts eager to learn,

baseball comes naturally
tugs of war, pets, responsibility

Compassionate harbingers,

there time will come to consider 

the problems of man

A lighthouse beacon guides them 
with love and praise
safely across the bridge of time

High roads to travel

Be true to yourselves and brave, 
the key is to try well 

Days of green silk ribbons pass

Roses and more roses climb,

small hands in clay

Agile, blithe paradigms

 they'll love and have children,
 dance under moonlight one day

Tender gifts of surprise embraces,
reflections of familiar faces
Kindred spirits pure and simple
lavished upon my heart,

special gifts of art
They have their mother's dimple 

Delight in secret moments ,

treasures unimagined long ago

sealed like oil on canvas

Silver aquamarine paths, stones of gold

are after all but footsteps 
that bring angels 
- to my table

~