by Leonard M Hawkes

Your Music comes early, Grandson:
Eleven months, and I hold you
Through your first Handel--

Feeling you reverberate with the tympani--
Sensing as you sense the Hallelujah--
Knowing that you honestly know this Art--

Taste? or Memory?

And Wonder--wonder at the role
Of the Grand-sire.


Author's Note: Holding my 11-month-old grandson through a "Messiah Sing-Along" 14 December 2013.

Posted on 01/05/2014
Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 01/05/14 at 05:54 AM

....we can so relate to this.....only, we have twins 10 months old-one for each lap! :)

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