Antidote

When life’s fangs lash out and strike me
Very little will console,
But I’m lucky there’s an antidote
To heal my aching soul.

It’s not found in any bottle
Yet I’m positively sure
That my most delicious grandson
Is most powerfully a cure.

For one sweetly uttered “Nana!”
Lifts me instantly above
All the stress and pain and worry
With an undiluted love.

Wish that I could fill a flagon
I could dangle from my neck,
There to soothe my sagging spirit
When I’m feeling like a wreck.

For a single drop of Henry’s
What I need to stay afloat
When some unexpected rapids
Try their best to sink my boat.