Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Counteragent

I can see it in his somber eyes:
he didn't get his way and had to face
that life's one giant compromise,
a never ending exercise of grace.
He can't quite understand it yet
but knows without a doubt it's so
for he's found out (to his regret)
the price of telling Mommy no.
My heart just aches to see him sad
and though I know he has to learn
it's hard to watch him struggle through
the maze of knowing good from bad,
but every disappointing turn
is nothing Grampa can't undo.

4 comments:

Poet Laundry said...

Spoken like a true grandparent :) Like that "Counteragent"--every little boy should have one, I know mine are thankful for theirs!

rch said...

Ah, growing pains, such wondrous times.

Donna said...

I just read this to the "counteragent" sitting here beside me. He chuckled.

Donna said...

I just read this to the "counteragent" sitting here beside me. He chuckled.