Tyre Tracks in the Snow

I am reposting a poem I wrote in collaboration with my friend Paul from Australia. It is in reference to the many trips I Iovingly took to babysit my grandson who lives 30 miles away.

No snow overnight
my tyre tracks still visible
marking my daily
journey of love.

He's such a joy.
He brings love freshly formed
his heart a well of renewal
my heart is nourished.

Like a warm summer's day
 his smile and spontaneous laughter
replace the chill of a cold
calculating world.

His blues eyes revealing
wide-eyed innocence and wonder....
what has come before and what is to follow
matter little when wrapped
in his sweet embrace.

I look once more
at the tyre marks in the snow.
They trace a journey of love,
they mark our path.

All that I have learnt
I share with him in silent prayer,
transparent is my advice
indelible my love.

Author's Note

Note, the word ‘Tyre’ is spelled as it would appear in countries like Australia and New Zealand. I like the quaintness of the spelling.

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Understanding and loving another person, child, older or elder can be hard at times, but here you give and give, able to travel and think at a distance as if you were near joined at the cliched hip. You have always written with a generous pen or pencil, my friend. You truly give more than many. Thank you so much for sharing.

[Dara]

Oh thank you Emma. You are always so generous with your praise. Paul and I really enjoyed writing this together. He being such a great ‘Papa’ to his grand children could relate. It’s so nice to see you here. I hope you are doing well and managing to ‘rise above the fray’ in this crazy world of ours! Take care

[Betty Hermelee]

Dear Dara...a poignant scene of love, hope, pure bonding, with your grandson...you are lucky to have this relationship with him...your words speak of a strong connection here....between the two of you... keep it going as long as it lasts....a wonderful remembrance as well....
Warmly, B

[Dara]

Thank you so much Betty. He is truly a blessing and growing up so fast!
I hope your new year is off to a great start. Given the state of the country and the world it’s vital to hold on to something like poetry to keep us sane. Take care!

[Betty Hermelee]

Definitely Dara… we need to express ourselves….
Always a pleasure!
Warmly
B🌹

[Michael Sun Bear]

True love is driving thirty miles in snow! Nicely written.

[Dara]

Yes, it was worth every mile. Thank you for your kind review. :-)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Such a sweet metaphor here. We can feel the love. And I love that spelling of "Tyre"---
I just changed Jimi Hendrix's lyrics in "Crosstown Traffic" to "Tyre tracks all across my back"----
We need more love to "replace the chill of a cold/ calcualating world."

Amid all our turmoil, this is so refreshing...
j.

[Dara]

I am so happy you enjoyed our poem. It was written several years and now my grandson is almost as tall as I am. That’s not saying a lot though I am only 5’3” and both parents are quite tall. :-)
Great to see you Jacob! Hope you are doing well despite all of the turmoil.