Grandchildren

By Bridie McDermott

These little ones have brought sunshine into my life
And have distracted me from my sometimes
lonely thoughts.
The feel of their little soft hand in mine,
Their chitter chatter as we go on our walk.
Standing now and then to look at a man with a shovel,
or listening to a bird chirping or just
sit for a moment on the roadside, with a patient
grandma who loves them so much.
This is like a thread that links generations.
The memories of my own little ones walking
with me, seems only a short time gone by.
I think of all the little notes I have kept,
The faded paper with the childish writing which
reads “sorry mum and dad. I love you”.
These are now stuffed into a drawer…
They are not forgotten memories,
But moments trapped in time.