Grand Children

Worming their way

Into the caverns of my heart,

Like sand invading the clam 

The young ones find their way to my door.

I’m reaching inside the pocket of my delight

To pull out a warm, white orb,

Waiting for hungry hands to open

And cocked ears to hear.

They leave fed to the filling,

Gamboling down the walk,

Happy sounds slipping from their lips

Pearls clinking in their pockets

Ecstasy embracing my soul.