Seconds

I had soup with my grandson yesterday
it was quite an amazing treat
it filled me up in a special kind of way
and I even got to eat,

his celery became a green dinosaur
his carrot a crocodile
while I stood basking on the shore
in the radiance of his smile;

such silliness was so sublime
who ever would have guessed
that my weary days of wasted rhyme
could be so truly blessed

and although time will play its tricks
by moving much too fast
I’ll binge on these few precious ticks
as long as they may last.