Friday, 27 July 2018

One Sketch #124) Holding Hands (Friday 27th July)

I wish you could hold my hand
Forever.
I have seen so much
In my adult years
And could lead you safely through.
Already, though,
You pull and chafe
And let go far too soon -
Just as I did too
When I was 5
Like you.

This is inspired by yesterday looking after my oldest grandson, who has just turned 5 years old. We've been in the middle of a heatwave in the UK which seems to have lasted for weeks, the biggest one since the semi-legendary 1976. However yesterday was dull and overcast in my corner of South Wales, and to be honest we didn't do much else than take a brief walk to the local park. I was just struck by the way that while he was still happy to hold my hand while he walked on the parapet of a low wall, as soon as he came off - woosh - hand pulled back, and no way he was going to hold my hand util we came back past the wall again. He's growing up.

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