“This love is like a living force
that makes you move along,
like riding on a willing horse
when you were young and strong.
Children’s faces are like flowers;
they’re shining in the sun;
they run for miles and sleep for hours,
eyes fill with tears and twinkling fun.
The past is like a thing apart,
cleaning up another mess,
but what can really break your heart
is this rush of happiness."
This is a poem written when my grandchildren were small, simply an expression of my own feelings then.