Grandson br br When he learn the earlier words br Step earlier steps….. stumble br Hailing hearts that with God's name br Reverse the letters br Invent big headlines.... New… Upside down br laugh loudly in my eyes.... and imitates the sound of a cat or a wolf br I heighten him to the roof of a dream br descend him to the bottom of the roses.. gardens of my heart blooming with the flowers for him br Collect played.... played br Colored pens….. Photos br Dolls..... wheels br And tell him tales of the sea and the hunter...... story of livelihood br The city and horse cart br And the ill donkey......! ! ! ! br If stumble, or cough br Pain squeeze inside my heart........ and with the feather of colored love br Draw around him the name of God... br br br When he begins counting...I. enfold him with the fear from reaching the thousand……the million.... br So he may lost by the path....! ! ! br Uh... What a beautiful his childhood….. soft as the roses br His innate intelligence...as the pitcher vapor br And the purity of his movements...as the streaming train in the forest br I hop him growing but peacefully...