I saw my face  in the mirror at Chucky’s Cheese.
I was surprised to see a old man looking back.

I was fifty six years old.
Holding my Grandson.
His first birthday was today.
His big smile and laughter made me smile.
My old face didn’t look so bad.

I stop and did a silence prayer to the Spirit of life and death.
I thank them for this day.
I pray my Grandchild and all children have a fair chance at life.

My eyes have eroded with time. Can’t see nothing without my glasses.
My hard living made my mind weaker.
I need to write notes for reminders or I may forget.
I don’t run no more.
I still can walk like a Soldiers.

My baby girl is eighteen now.
She is turning into a beauty like her mother.
She is texting 10 times per minute.
I caress  the back of her head.
Give her five dollars for the games.

She gives me the boredom look.
I smile and watch her wander off.

I do a silence prayer.
Being thankful for four healthy children.

I walk behind my three grandsons.
Their eyes wide open to the world around them.

I sit and watch them play in the small kids section.
I wonder how our leaders in the USA think?
Why the discussion of War is more important then education and hunger?

Their children will pay for our waste and sins too.
Our hate and fear will destroy their future for all the children
in this world.

I sit on the floor.
My three grandchildren are climbing on me.
They are having the time of their life.

I pray a silence prayer for the day.
When children can grow up in  a world that is safe and
all the children have a fair chance at a good life.

I’m thankful for this day.


© 2011 Coyote Poetry