Little Lucie is definitely “grown and big” (29 tomorrow), and to mark that occasion, here are the two “Lucie” poems, written most of those 29 years ago…
LUCIE
Little mouse,
Little sparrow,
My ewe lamb,
My Lucie.
At sixteen she may be
A little bat
A vixen,
And a cow;
But she’ll still be
My Lucie.
LUCIE II
Will I remember you
When you are grown and big?
Your little arms around my neck,
Your baby walk,
Your baby smile:
Will I remember these?
Your tiny self,
Your skinny legs,
Your baby boldness,
Baby tears:
Will I remember these
When you are grown and big?
Sometime in the next 17 days, I will graduate from ‘Mum’ to ‘Granny’ (or Metamum, as my youngest thinks I should be known…), when my second daughter gives birth to her first child. Strange how tiny babies seem, once you finally get them out of there…
I will be a Grandfather for the third time in one month. A new life bring new hope and dreams to all who are near. Photo and words were amazing .
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Thanks! I’ve just booked my (one way) flight to go to Perth and greet “Georgie”, once he or she arrives. Are your grandchildren nearby, or do you have to travel too?
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I’m sort of lucky. All kids moved home. Hard times. I babysit four days a week. I do enjoy them.
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The family will be moving closer to us in the New Year, and they will probably come and stay sometimes. Spending time with little kids is supposed to keep you young at heart, so I hope so! Have fun with yours, although it sounds like you have a full house, John!
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I do and I don’t mind.
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