THE GLORY OF BEING A GRANDFATHER
“Granddaughters and grandchildren,. . . restless angels. “
You came to fulfill my longing,
The glory of being a grandfather!
good fortune, with this age,
that you cheer me up, without mercy.
You nurture such a veteran,
with your childish freshness,
you carry my blood, my inheritance,
in your holy innocence.
You give meaning to my living
you accompany my feeling,
what happiness to be able to have you,
I’m for . . . please you.
When you extend your arms to me
you strengthen our ties,
I like that you get close to me,
that you squeeze me, that you pamper me.
You have all my love
with you I become a child,
playing around you surprise me,
I think of fairies, I dream of elves!
Your little voice, your song,
you fascinate me, how much charm,
you fill my interior with peace,
I thank the Lord.
Cover me with kisses. . . come on,
I dress up as a panda bear
what funny antics,
they make me forget bitterness.
Make me your “gestures”, soul,
that tenderness disarms,
give me faithful candor,
I trade it for love
Let my being embrace you
let’s go, together to the park,
Let’s run after the ball
happiness shows.
Come, close, by my side,
I’m going to buy you ice cream
exquisite treats,
I give you “surprises”.
All my fibers move,
you melt, like this, my snows,
I tolerate your tantrums
in pleasing you I do my best.
For you there will be no scolding,
let’s celebrate your birthdays,
Do you want parties with piñatas?
having fun you kill me.
If you hurt or cry,
the hours are distressing,
What’s wrong with you, what hurts you?
let me comfort you.
When you get sick, there is sadness,
I lose all my strength
those trances I only face,
get well, soon, soon.
If you want, I’ll tell you stories
we will be more happy,
Did you take my belongings?
I lend them to you, they are inheritances.
You can count on me for everything
your education, without punishment,
get dressed now, in uniform,
May the school train you well.
Your scratches, your drawings,
they are like spells, spells,
I long for you to go far,
Give that award to “your old men”!
Wonder, tender dreams,
big wish . . . may they be eternal,
sweet attachment supports us,
You are my guardian angel.
I have few years left,
I pretend they are feverish
precious childhood, blessed,
my story needs it.
I feel my heart beat
you are the dessert of my existence,
fresh cherry of good cake,
Today, we will toast with muscatel!
Never forget that I love you,
your parents come first,
I am “reserve of the house”,
you are honey, chocolate, molasses.
You enrich my destiny
May the Creator guide your way
Life was worth it,
you are my supreme footprint!
Author: Lic. Gonzalo Ramos Aranda
Mexico City, August 28, 2014
Dedicated to my grandchildren, Marijose, Mayté and Ian Santiago
Reg. SEP Indautor No. 03-2016-070109301200-14