MY
GRAND CHILDREN SPOKE TO ME
Toys do not give warmth
Just a little love comes forth
From a strange shape of fluff
Sometimes better than a grown-up’s voice, gruff
What is a rhinoceros
Or a hippopotamus
Even a cow with a moo
Or a bird which says hoo
We do not have these living with me
Or dad or the always present mother, she
Who is very giving
But sometimes , sometimes, also forgetting
I play with a huge toy elephant
But would rather follow a tiny live ant
Size is not important
As long as I can stuff it in a compartment
One day I will read books
That say a child is all about where he looks
Feelings come from peoples’ eyes
And their hellos and goodbyes
The mystery of the oven
Is greater than the cries of the nursery coven
And the toilet paper roll I can tear
Is so much more than the frilly skirt I wear
Air, Earth and Water I prefer
To all the toys on offer
And all the trees and flowers and bugs
Make up my Fire along with all the hugs
