You may be born any day now, any hour even. <br /> <br />But here I am alone, just waiting, <br />with a mixture of trepidation <br />(having seen too many disasters) <br />and anticipation of a new age, <br />not old age exactly, <br />but grandpa age. <br /> <br />Just as long as all goes well, <br />I may soon be able to teach you a little, <br />calmly, slowly but surely, <br />fruit of experience, <br />knowledge of one life at least. <br /> <br />Just as long as all goes well, <br />and even if it doesn't, <br />I'll send your mother flowers: <br />despite our damaged love, <br />I'll try to be slightly there.<br /><br />Robert Melliard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-for-my-grandchild/
