Waiting For Granddaughters

By John I. Blair

Here I sit upon the couch,
So patient and so hushed,
Waiting for my granddaughters
To waken from their nap,

The only sounds I hear
Are two whirring ceiling fans,
Faint computer muttering,
A furnace burner’s rush.

My task is sweet enough:
When Caitlyn and Leanne
Come out from down the hall,
I’ll give them each a hug;

Then we’ll negotiate
With signs and simple words
If tonight it’s Teletubbies
Or Pooh on DVD.

I think they realize
Their power on my heart –
A smile from them, it’s mush;
A kiss produces bliss;

Or if one climbs upon my lap
And lays her head upon my chest –
That’s all I ask;
Forget the rest.

©2010 John I. Blair