I’m at home right now with my
Grandson who
Is eighteen months old and
Alternatively ecstatic
And despondent
My wife watches him most days
But she and her sister took their mom
To the doctor
My grandson doesn’t seem surprised
That I’m here and he laughs
Every time I take a swig of my Coke Zero
He’s watching a videos while I write
I served him oatmeal, milk and a banana
We’ll go outside to play soon
I am a grandfather
A father
A husband
An employee
A professional
A writer, a blogger
A child
And he
Is the seed of an unknown tree
A beautiful plant
An entire garden
A secret, hidden garden
I get to walk beside
Before I die
But for now
Ten minutes are up
He really is.