Sitting in my study drawing
with my young granddaughters,
colour pencils haphazard on
the floor and faces and things
emerging for my approval
on sheets of paper that will
be displayed and admired
for such a sweet short time.

Will they remember these
days in my study with books
adorning the walls, this place
that is my retreat and into
which they come especially
to be connected only with me?

Will they recall the chatter
about the drawings and
bringing familiar faces to
life on scraps of paper with
vibrant favourite colours
drawn from a metal pencil box?

I am sitting relaxed with my
granddaughters, the youngest
snug in my lap, and we have
this fragment together to play,
to draw, to imagine, to chat,
to laugh, and we create all
kinds of things that in this
throw away world will last.

 

20/6/2023