“Green” is Not a Word

Lessons from one of my grandsons —

Green Is Not A Word

My grandson sits across the table,
All of almost three;
Repeating back his colors, but
In Spanish

“Blanco”, “rojo”, “azul”, “verde” –
Laughing with each answer —
Until I cross him up,
And misdirect —

And what’s the English word for “verde”?
He looks at me strange –
I say “the word is ‘green'”
He shakes his head —

“Green is not a word,” he says,
“Grampa – green’s a color!”
He, philosophically,
Might be correct

Grandson

It’s pretty amazing.

It hurts my head to think about
How much I love my grandson;
He’s very smart, and very strong,
And also rather handsome.

His face displays elation when
I pick him up to play;
He also tends to cry when it
Is time to go away.

To love your child is an ache
That there is no deflecting;
But this much love at my age
I was not at all expecting.