Ray on Monday - I Sit As Time Flows By.




Our first son. . . 

 



. . . he sleeps



Here I sit,

  Time flows by

     As though a stream.

I see it not

  Yet, it passes by.

     I care not.

I’m on duty.

  My grandchild sleeps

     Weary and worn out,

Wrapt in dreams,

   Renewal underway.

      Contentment I feel,

          Privileged,

  To sit beside him 

    As time flows by.



Our second son
with his first son



Memories arise,

  Years come back,

     Beside a bed I sit,

One of our children

  Sick or injured sleeps,

    Trusting eyes shuttered.

Snuggled under blankets

  Yet with untucked hand

     Firmly holding mine

Sleep’s therapy tasted,

  Parents concerns eased,

    Faith’s prayer a comfort.

We count it an honour

  To have sat there

     As time flowed by.



with first grandson



Once again I sit

  Beside a little one,

    And time trickles by.

When his eyes open

  Secure he’ll feel,

    Reassured.

With a smile,

  A big, big stretch,

    He’ll recognise me.

Refreshed he’ll be,

  Blessed I’ve been.

    So it’s worthwhile,

My point of view,

  To sit beside him

    As time flows by.

                              ©R.N.Hawkins 20/04/2012