@hdpoetryandmusic for poetry Friday assignment poem to someone younger. This one to/about my Grandson fit the bill.
Your mother says you have your father's hands
actually they are your great great grandfathers':
They came by way of my mother and myself
thru your father to land at the end of your wrists
to gesture and to grasp our fingers
like your smile grasps our hearts.
And that smile? It was a grandfather's
passing to you thru your Dad
it remains to be seen if you will use it
to charm your way out of difficulties
as often as that long gone grandpa did.
© efbarmore 2009