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.
Experiences of an urban sketcher based in South Wales - does exactly what it says on the tin. All images in this blog are copyright, and may not be used or reproduced without my permission. If you'd like an original, a print, or to use them in some other fashion, then email me at londinius@yahoo.co.uk.
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