What A Child Believes

By John I. Blair

What a child believes
So long as it is healing
Is true within that time.

Yesterday I sat beside
My granddaughter
Painting pots.

We were in a happy spot,
All laughing children
And smiling parents

Doing what we did,
Occupying hours
With color and imagination.

She turned to me
And softly said
“Grandma’s watching us.”

She’d loved her Grandma
As only children love,
Purely, without complication.

I hugged her, told her “yes”
And felt no need to weep
When again she said
“Grandma’s watching us.”

©2014 John I. Blair