I stare into the radiant
blue eyes of my
grandson watching him
scan every wrinkle
that engulfs my face
with his new
magnifying glass
he smiles wide
kisses my cheek, then
wanders away to explore
he creeps up on a
dandelion turned to seed
lens in hand
his mind absorbs the
knowledge of a flower
snapping the stalk and
blowing its seed
high in the air, following
each one to the ground
a yellow-striped butterfly
passes by on the
way to a Zinnia
gently, it lands beside him
his monocle in hand
studying its every move
drinking in the nectar
seeing the delicate
nature of life
to its fullest
we're sitting at a table
in the shade of an oak
painting a birdhouse
with his glass
he studies the brush
before dipping in the red
touching the wall and
seeing the paint penetrate
the grain of the wood
then, impatiently waiting
for the new home to dry
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may his thirst for wisdom
grow and last a lifetime
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