All cheeks -
and two blue eyes
that stare
so gravely
one minute,
so merrily
the next.
All cheeks -
and a mouth
so serious,
so solemn,
that breaks
so suddenly
into a toothless grin.
All cheeks -
and skin
so plump
so soft,
that demands
to be kissed
again
and again.
All cheeks -
and hands
so small
so fine
that grasp and hold
a grandmother’s face
without minding
about the wrinkles.
All cheeks -
My grandson
My joy.
Alison Cassidy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-cheeks/
