My first grandchild
Looks back at me through her lens
18,000 kilometres away
12,000 miles sounds closer.
The eyes cut through the separation
The innocent smile brings joy and pain
That co habitate like the knowledge of heaven and hell.
Awakens the soul from it’s rest.
The eyes ask no questions of my weaknesses
The face cuts through the Scottish mist like a glad glint of sun.
The smile confirms the present
And says “I am your future”.
My daughter in law posted this photo of my grandaughter on social media. She is in Australia. I am in Scotland. We are 18,000 kilomtres apart. 12,000 miles sounds closer !.