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My Grandson's hand...his first birthday...
Long ago, a tiny hand in mine
He, trusting, hanging on for guidance.
Now he's grown. Now,
I see his life as large in scale in so many ways...

purely defining "Macro"





This is the end of Macro Monday. If you'd like to skip over my poem of being a grandmother below, maybe you'd like to...

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This month, May, our first grandson will turn 21!! Lordy, but where does time go? It seems just yesterday I held him in my arms; a newborn. Now, he has a full time job, he's got a special girl, and his lifestyle is something he can be proud of in so many ways. He also has Down Syndrome. At 5 months of age, specialists told us all in the hospital after the open heart surgery on him, there was a 90% chance he wouldn't live beyond 5 years. Miracles do happen....




He looks up with inquisitive eyes and asks of me:
"Grandma, what's it like to be so old?"
His question makes me smile inside.
His direct curiosity; so pure.
Of this, his prying mind, afterall, it's not so very bold!
His inquiring is really honest-to-goodness bona fide.
Through the echos of my mind, I'll try and answer, tho I must be sure...

I take his pint-sized hand in mine.
I guide him to the chair...
Together, we sit; I hold him in my arms real tight.
Concede, I will not! For him, I'll not resign...
As I begin to regale what my life's tale'll tell,
With my now aged fingers, I pet his flaxen hair,
I try to capture his attention as well...
As I try to eventuate...to reveal to him; it's all gotta be...
every word now, just has to be right!!

"Let's see, 'what's it like being old' you ask".
"Yes, now my youth is coming back to me...
it's all so very crystal clear!"
"Well, let me tell you my dear..."
"Not so long ago, I was just like you."
"Young, curious, happy and smart."

He looks up to me from my bosom and beams.
The desire to reacquaint,
His steel blue eyes are now aglow.
With the time we have together as, my tale, I repaint...
he's ready and willing to hear my verbal reams...
to really be next to me; and know.

"Yes, once -just like you dear heart."

- - -<><><>- - -

Bringing to pass, I tell him of youth
I consider how to continue, what next to relate...
"But when I was young there was no TV."
He fidgeted a bit, filled with wonder
He couldn't comprehend the absense of false entertainment; my fate...
"Grandma? No television when you were a kid?" I say:
"Nope, we had games like jump rope, hide and seek, kick the can, and jacks.
In the summer I stayed outdoors for fun...
'til the day was ended and there was nothing more than a setting sun.
Kids were with freedom of imagination, what your life sometimes lacks!"
He drank in my words and wiggled some more;
his expression filled with ponder.

I told him of my friends, my brothers and sister.
I tried to make a vivid enough story about school days.
At times I felt he became a bit tired of my story...
Tho his interest lighted up again; it seemed--
as I described my favorite game...called TWISTER.
He giggled with delight as I told him how I'd fall down...
wrenched up and tangled beneath others as they toppled over me.
"I really didn't need the tv at all." I beamed...

- - -<><><>- - -

I recounted my assigned duties by age.
What MY mom called chores.
I'd make an allowance then
and spend it at stores.

I familiarized how working for a living was meant to be
as when a kid growing up and later in years.
How my mother would be there if needed to guide me.
Preparing me for memory, learning and skills...
what I'd think of as 'life's souvenirs'.
"We all must carry our own weight in the world."
"Learn to eke a living, share our knowledge."
"Sometimes test our predetermined course..."
With this little ditty, my grandson, more tightly in my arms he curled.
"...for so many times as we live day to day, there's a will..
that should be our own destiny...our driving force."

- - -<><><>- - -

In such a short time, my grandson, he yawned.
I knew then I must cut this short...
But I felt compelled to continue...to carry on for now.
"I saw and lived through many things, I did."
"Wars, loss of lives, a new dawn, many Springs and lots of Winters. Christmastime in the Rockies --oh so peaceful; snow covered bough--"
"I hiked in the majestic mountains, I fished the many rivers, I traveled overland."
"There was camping, and schooling."
"Different jobs and such. My own personal power-grid."
"Your grandfather came into my life; I was young."
"Your mother was born to me, a gift I should say...
The best gift a person can have is to be a mother."
"I tried my best to raise her like I was...teaching and nurturing for the years ahead."
"All of this done over such a short period in time, done in my own special way."

My grandson's eyes were now heavy with sleep...I knew I must stop.
I rocked him gently and whispered sweet words of love.
I raised myself slowly as to not wake the sweet bundle...
Reaching his room, I lay him lightly on the downy quilt top...
As I again stroked his flaxen hair with my aged fingers,
In a whispered tone I said:
"What's it like being so old, you ask?" I'll tell you...
"It's wonderful...just look what's lying on the bed!!!"



"Old Age" ©
Composed by me, Hootin' Anni
May 2010
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POSTED: Monday, May 3rd, 2010
12:15 A.M.



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35 comments :

  1. Every child should be so lucky to have a Grandmother like you, and I'm sure a Grandfather like Bud. I was one of those. This is so inspiring and loving. I just love it. You are the bomb my friend. :) Brilliant. Nice new theme. Is that a self portrait of you behind the desk? LOL :) Have a great week ahead :)

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  2. Crap...where were my manners. Oh I know. I'm blaming it on this new computer. Hau`oli La Hanau to your grandson :) So touching :)

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  3. Happy bday to your grandson, what a special grandmother he has!!
    Beautiful poem.

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  4. Happy Birthday to your grandson! I love the poem!

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  5. Such a great post.

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  6. Good God you're good girl!

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  7. So beautiful. Your grandson is truly blessed... and so are you.
    Hugs,
    Karen
    Ladybug Creek

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  8. A picture to treasure! LOVE it!

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  9. Very touching image and I love the poem too!

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  10. Anni, I am really glad I came here today. There is so much I had learn from your post today. Your poem is so beautiful, touching and wise. It is great to hear about your grandson and how he is doing today. Yes, it was a miracle but this miracle can only happen with your faith and unconditional love for him. I think this is a great achievement. In my culture, grandparents are the most highly respected member of a family. We regard that age = wisdom. We even have this saying, "Our elders have eaten salt more than we eat rice, so we must listen when they talk".

    Anni, Happy May Day, Happy Spring and Happy 21st Birthday to your son! My salute to you, and thumbs up.

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  11. Beautiful post and a lovely macro photo.

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  12. Such a sweet photo. :)

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  13. Love the photo! What a beautiful poem. It melted my heart and brought tears to my eyes! Happy Mother's day.

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  14. Precious photo ... wonderful memories ... marvelous poem and memorably meaningful post. Thanks for dropping by HRG this morning ... it's been a long time since I've opened my reader so I'm way behind with everyone. I do wish you made your whole post available in your feeds because catching up would be simpler. My heart breaks with each bit of news about the oil disaster in the Gulf. Hope all's well with you and yours ...
    Hugs and blessings,

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  15. Wonderful post, have a great week..PJ

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  16. Thanks for sharing!

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  17. I absolutely love your Macro. I have no photos of my grandsons hands but do have some of bums and toes. hehe.

    A beautiful poem in tribute to Clint. Happy 21st birthday to him and may he celebrate many more happy, healthy years. Our lives are so similar. The boys also wonder in awe at a life lead where there was no tv or video games and all you had to do is play outside.

    Enjoyed my walk with you and your wonderful grandson, down Memory Lane.

    Hugs,
    Mary

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  18. So cute with that little hand! :)

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  19. happily retired gal I'm sorry to read that you don't open your reader...that's why you can't keep up with others who post, don't you think? rofl I don't like using 'full' rss 'cause then I wouldn't get very many to stop by and leave comments either........

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  20. Dear Anni
    Your post today brought tears to my eyes. What a wonderful poem.-Beautiful.!!
    Your grandson Clint will forever know and understand fully your's and Buds unconditional love for him,that's for sure.
    Congratulation with Clint's 21 Birthday, how far he has come with graduation and girlfriend and all- amazing!!
    "Grandchildren are Gods 'reward' to all grandparents"
    I sometimes say (for fun) that had I known how funny and lovely grandchildren are, I would have had them first "S"
    Have a nice day, and a letter is on its way to you:...
    Love, Mutti

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  21. Mutti How sweet your comment!! You caught me online, and I'm so very happy to know you're doing well. I always think of you daily, y'know. In fact, just this morning I was saying to myself, I must get some emails sent out....and your name is always 'on the list'. LOL

    Thank you, thank you for your sweet, sweet comment.

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  22. Hi Anni, I like that photo very meaningful. Thanks for the visit! Happy Monday!

    MYM~Forsythia
    MacroMonday~Teacup
    BlueMonday~Blue socks

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  23. there is definitely nothing more precious. i love their little hands.

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  24. Hands are so very expressive.

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  25. Cute tiny hand. I can feel you love your grandson very much.

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  26. I love your poem, Annie. You're so good with words.

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  27. That is such a precious shot and post. I miss those tiny hands. Toes, too.

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  28. Wonderful picture - amazing poem! You are amazing.

    I am so proud of your grandson!

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  29. Wonderful photo and even more wonderful poem. You both are so blessed to have each other.

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  30. dammit girl, you made me cry.

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  31. Amazing how tiny they are. Wish my 2 teens stayed that small... lol

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  32. To get to know a child with Down Syndrome is a gift! They know what love is, and they have no problem showing it....

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  33. Brilliant poem Annie, tears in my coffee stuff.

    AV

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