Grandson

Rowan woke up crying.

I hastened to his side

There he lay

Left arm flung out from his duvet

Eyelids fluttering

His mouth turned down in a frown

Can I sooth him?
 
My sweet Rowan

Tired at the end

Of a busy day

Bouncing on his trampoline

Clowning around with his brothers.

What nightmares had spoilt

My grandson’s gentle sleep?

We had such fun together

That day

Playing catch

With a juggling ball.

He had thrown his head back

And laughed and laughed

When I made absurd movements

With my arms

Not letting the ball go

Then throwing it randomly

Rowan’s face became peaceful

As he looked at me

“Where’s mummy?”

“She will be home soon.”

“OK”

He said closing his eyes.

Opening them he

Looked at me once more.

Then fell asleep

His hand touching my hair

I remained awake

Standing guard over his dreams