I leap into your eyes without consentashamedly seeking to steal a little
essence flowing free
from fountains of joy
restrained and forgotten by me
dying in grown up norms,
civility's expected requirements.
Your laughter's song serenades
dormant tickles in my soul
awakening and stirring faint
memories in lunatic dances
that pop ruling bubbles of convention.
In your happy presence I wallow
humbly grateful, quizzical for reason
to deserve that you are, treasure
in my life, unexpected gift
beyond known generosity
I cannot match, except to wish
you something so __________
for which no word exists.
For Ian, my little grandson, who turns two this week.
(Submitted to DVerse Poets where you're sure to find some fantastic poetry.)