Sorry for all the highlight bombs. I couldn't resist. I recognise this is prose but to me it is pure poetry. From start to finish. Your grandchildren are also lucky to have you in their lives. You are an inspiration to me, as i am sure you are to them.

Your piece reminded me of a poem. It was written by the son of a friend. I don't think he will mind me sharing it with you.

lord shelter him from himself

fill him with the stillness of suns

make him feel the eagerness of horses

give him the longing of the Tides

and the swelling bliss of fruit

and the expectation of the resting bird

let him gather and give out

and never leave him mourning in the sand

but bring him up against the sunny wall.

Hearts to you, A💚💚💚