13/07/2025
“How I Love Different as a Grandparent”
—I loved as a parent with urgency tight—
Wrapped in routine and sleepless night.
I loved through scraped knees and stubborn cries,
And prayers whispered under weary skies.
But now… I love different.
Now, love lingers longer on wrinkled skin,
With time to breathe it all slowly in.
It’s quieter now, this love I hold—
Like watching sunlight turn to gold.
I don’t rush to fix every fall,
I know they grow best when they learn to stand tall.
So I sit on the floor and I listen twice,
And say “yes” more than I offer advice.
I love with eyes that have seen it all—
The first steps, the teenage years, the calls.
But with grandkids, it’s wonder once more—
Like reliving magic I thought I’d stored.
I keep extra cookies. I don’t mind the mess.
I let them jump high in their Sunday dress.
I love in the pauses, the in-between,
In the silence where memories convene.
This love has no deadline, no tasks to do—
Just time, and laughter, and skies so blue.
It’s a second chance at all I missed—
A softer echo of every kiss.
So when they run to my open arms,
I hold them longer, shield from harm.
For I’ve learned that time is the rarest art—
And as a grandparent, I lead with heart.
