Fridays

There’s nothing that I’d rather do
Than be with Henry,* just we two.
Of course, some moments might be tough
But still, I just can’t get enough.

To watch him figure out the world,
His sense of self become unfurled,
Is truly one of life's great gifts;
My spirits soar and sorrow lifts.

And now a sister’s here, to boot,
Who’s smiley, sweet and oh-so-cute.
She watches every move we make,
Just waiting ‘til she can partake.

The day winds down, the baths complete,
The parents home, so we retreat.
We say goodbye and Henry cries;
A tiny part inside me dies.

*my 2 year old grandson