There she is this young lady
With whom I am going to dine,
Walking towards me
In her usual purposeful way.
We greet each other
With a loving hug.
We walk to the eatery
And order some food,
Thai this time.
As we eat, we talk.
We talk of many things.
Of her life,
Of mine,
Of families,
And friends.
We look back,
And as we look back
I find she has no regrets.
No problems with wrong decisions,
Just dismisses them without any fears.
As I near the end of my time on this world
We talk of her new life before her,
Her ambitions,
And where her future will be.
She has her plans,
They may be changed,
Changed by circumstances
That come into her life,
But she will deal with these
In her usual positive way.
We talk of music, art and poetry,
And agree that each is subjective
Within each of us.
We talk of her writing
And the joy she finds in it.
The time flies by,
The meal is finished
And we wonder where the time went,
But that is what it is like
When we meet,
Time seems suspended.
She is my Granddaughter,
But better than that,
She is my friend.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: We often went out for dinner, my granddaughter and I.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments6
That seems to be in the past tense. Hope nights out like these won’t be few this new year. 🙏🏻
Thank you arqios, yes it is in the past tense as she is now working in Beijing and it is a long way to got for an evening out. LOL.
Andy
Erm, dinner via FaceTime or Skype? Not the same but carries it’s own weight. But that’s just me. Silly but bright idea 💡🕊🙏🏻
Good write Gold. You back home now?! lol.
Thank you Orchi. Yes we are back from IOW.
Andy
I just love this, she and you are lucky to have these moments and eachother and I felt every last bit of graciousness and pride. 🌹
Most kind Teddy, thank you.
Andy
Grandchildren are the joy of life and I often say that if I could have had them without children it would have been heaven on earth. They have brought much joy to my life. A wonderful write Gold
They certainly are soren, thank you for your fine words.
Andy
Beautiful work, and I love Monk.
Thank you Thomas.
Andy
Such a fine write. You mention she writes too? That is lovely. I am the only one in my family that writes stories and poems.
Thank you Tom, yes she does write as does my son and daughter, such a wonderful family.
Andy
That is so lovely, that you all write. My family members read my stories and come to watch me read my poems, but I am the only one who puts pen to paper. 🙂
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