by Mary May Larmoyeux – With all that’s going on in the world today, it’s good to take some time to think about those we love and thank God for them! A few years ago, my then four-year-old grandson said something that just melted my heart.
I was driving his big sis and him to a local farm to see some animals. “Nana,” he unexpectedly said from the backseat of the car, “I love you!”
“Well, I love you, too,” I sighed.
Thinking of how much I love my children and grandchildren, I’m reminded of a beautiful poem by Leah Johnson, “The Children of My Children.”
The Children of My Children
by Leah D. Johnson
The children of my children, in so many ways,
Remind me of so many bygone days;
Of days long ago, when we did without
Or just made do with what we had about.
The days when a box, or a stick, or a flower,
Could captivate and enthrall us, hour upon hour.
The box became a fort; the stick, a sword;
The flower a symbol of beauty adored.
From fort to castle, to safe hideaway;
From sword to wand to keep evil away.
The flower remains, its petals, torn,
Wilted and tossed aside, sad and forlorn.
Yet the children of my children continue to play,
And find another box, another stick, another day.
Yesterday’s flower died, you see,
But today there’s another, they picked it for me.
It’s always the most beautiful I’ve ever put to my nose;
Whether a daffodil, a random weed, or a rose.
So I’ll save them a box, or a really great stick,
And I’ll plant lots of flowers so there are plenty to pick.
We’ll take long walks and look for lizards and rocks.
If they walk in the creek, I will carry their socks.
I pray they’ll have good memories of these days,
When the children of their children find a stick, and play.
Parents and grandparents, does this wonderful poem bring back any memories? Maybe thoughts of special bouquets made of wildflowers and weeds?
As Thanksgiving nears, let’s take some time to reminisce with loved ones about special memories we have with the parents of our parents … or the children of our children.
The poem, “The Children of My Children” © by Leah D. Johnson. Used with permission. All rights reserved.
Photo and post © 2011, 2017 by Mary May Larmoyeux. All rights reserved.
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Searching for some creative ideas for grandparents? Check out The Grandparent Connection: 365 Ways to Connect With Your Grandchild’s Heart. It’s written by a USA Teacher of the Year, Nancy Downing, and Mary Larmoyeux, a writer for FamilyLife. Paper and electronic versions are available. (Great for parents, aunts and uncles, too!)