Grand-parenting gives me the most special of moments.

It’s always been a joke between us all.
Did you hear the thunderstorm last night?
They ask.
Not me!
I sleep like great big oaks.
Fixtures in the landscape.

With babies in my care!
I marvel that,
No storm has ever roused me from my sleep
Yet one small mew, a tiny snuffle out of place,
I’m wide awake and by the child’s side.

A gift I think.

The best of gifts as well.
That type of gift that just keeps on with giving.
For in the dark with baby in my arms,
Our skins connecting as he drinks his milk,
That golden buzz, the love that bathes us both
Nourishing our hearts.
Inspiriting our lives.

@46 15/06/2018

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