robbed of
a toddler advancing
grandchild now talking
in videos she's walking
robbed of hello
a sweet smile to my eyes
robbed of a kiss
from this sweet little life
a hug and a story
i'd make up so many to tell
go away robbing covid
and your evil death knell
WhatsApp and email
texts on my phone
sweet baby growing up
locked down at home
no visits allowed
no picnics and games
no blow away dandelions
silly grandpa's daft names
no pulling odd faces
and sticking out tongues
blowing bubbles in sunlight
we'd have so much fun
sweet little face
mumma's teaching her well
she knows what the shapes are
where her nose is as well
soon she'll be counting
just you wait and see
oh i hope can kiss her
before she learns ABC
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Good write dusk. We know that some have had to go without far more than maybe we ourselves have - even permanent losses.
Seeing her progress on WhatsApp is amazing. Lucky to have it.
She sounds a delight - i love children and don't mind the noises they make in other peoples gardens - they are only young once - trouble is it is always difficult to smile and say hello to little ones as it it can so easily be misinterpreted. All my granchildren are noe beyond this stage and I do miss it. I do hope you get the chance before too long to give her that cuddle - fine write dusk.
Horrible that something so lovely has become tainted by vile acts of other people intruding into everyones lives.
Oh the sadness in this lament dear friend - - to be robbed of your grandchild as she is growing and to rob her need too is preposterous - you tell it well dusk - the only way to get contact through such means is cruel.......... roll on the time when this present day fades and we get sense back into our lives again.
I'm thankful for the videos i get though.
Such sad words d a, I can understand from where you are coming. I am lucky in being able to see my elder grandchildren but the younger ones are changing so quickly in their lives and that is what I am missing.
Andy
Yes amazing changes since i saw her in March when she could hardly walk.
D, your catalogs of what is lost, and of the child's tiny but universal milestones, are very effective. Being so specific is poignant. The reader instinctively recalls her or his own experiences. Shapes, nose, counting, ABCs... For me one of the most wonderful was when my daughter learned to say "No." It came out of her little mouth while we were wrestling and she stopped stock-still, looked at me with big eyes, then broke into a big powerful smile... she felt the power of the word and was forever empowered... I would not have wanted to miss that kind of experience. Thanks for reminding us of the loss that isolation, especially of our grandparents and older friends, has wrought.
Thats a wonderful memory youve recounted ... i'm pleased to think i reminded you of it this time. Thats the kind of memory which will never leave you. A treasure.
This pandemic is truly robbing many of key life moments. Graduations, Birthdays, first steps as you described. Even funerals have been robbed.
So true and we are beginning to think the virus wasn't such an accident as was originally claimed.
Very charming. Made me think of my friend who's been absolutely distraught about not being able to see her granddaughter who she's so close to. Go away Covid !!!!
Theres so many people affected in many ways. We are helpless and must remain vigilant.
Brian here - Good Morning Dusk - Thanks for posting a poignant Video (almost a cri de coeur !) and Poem. We do not even have any Children yet but we do have nephews & nieces so (to some extent) we can empathise. We get photos and see them on ZOOM but your Poem empasises the Physical Contact cruelly denied to Grandparents by the Curse of COVID 19. Longing to see - to hear - to hug - to play and missing the very important deveopmental stages so so much ! A beautiful Love Poem !
Every Blessing & may you hold your
beloved Granddaughter very soon
Love Brian & Angela 💛💛💛
I dont have any grandchildren as yet, but I can certainly understand every word you have writ and each day in lockdown or whatever must seem like time wasted, not least because of how quickly they change and grow each day....
Hi Dusk Arising
Excellent write.
Keep writing ✍ and safe during this global pandemic.
FineB
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