One afternoon, she
named me “Popsidoodle,”
and I wondered out loud
where that had come from.
But she just giggled and
told me, “Hold still, Popsidoodle,”
’cause she had to put one more
barrette in my hair.
She’s my first grandchild, you know,
and I had long since forgotten
how to say “no” to big,
saucered, four-year-old eyes.
So I crawled under the table
about a dozen times that day and
dutifully whinnied while being
led from the “barn.” I consumed
scores of imaginary tacos,
drove a fleet of fanciful limos,
and surrendered meekly as she
dressed me again and again
in ways that would tickle a clown
And at afternoon’s end,
when I lifted her to my chest,
crooned a smokey version
of “Rubber Ducky”
and danced her to sleep,
I smiled and decided:
there must be a “Popsidoodle”
deep inside us all.
© 2006 Dennis Ference
Loved seeing these precious moments of yours. Today, my inner Poopsidoodle spent time on the beach sending rockets into the air, building sand castles with kelp drawbridges, playing triangle soccer, and barking with the sea lions. Fun days with grandchildren!
Thanks for sharing your vision of the wonderful world of grandparenting.
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Love this. You really capture the joy here – of both of you.
Thank you. The joy lingers still.
Oh how I adore this post Dennis. I would love to re-blog it….is that okay with you? ❤
That’s fine. Always love to have poetry appreciated and shared. Peace.
Thanks Dennis…I just loved it 🙂
Reblogged this on Lorrie Bowden and commented:
This touched my heart immediately and I could see the whole interaction in my mind! Enjoy…
So sweet and charming, a joy to read!
Thank you, Annie.
Such a beautiful and special relationship! A treasure that is locked inside your granddaughter’s heart. I have such a treasure, given long ago but never to be forgotten. It has made all the difference. You seem like a wonderful grandfather!
The relationship with my granddaughter is a treasure for me also. Not that my post for today is my wish and prayer for you. Peace
I love this popsidoodle!! What a great poem about a lovely subject!
Thank you so much for taking the time to comment.
this is touching and sensitive but not mushy – you got it just right.
Thank you for visiting my blog.
My best to you
Thanks for the comment, John. Hope to be dropping by your blog to visit from time to time. Peace! –Dennis
What a wonderful poem! It is so full of joy and secret, tender things, but not in an obvious way. Absolutely terrific.
Thanks so much for taking the time to comment. Glad you enjoyed the poem.
This is so sweet! I’m going to send it to my dad who is a lovely patient and playful grandpa, too. This reminds me a bit of my poem “Late Night Waking.” I’ve got a saucer-eyed imaginative girls, too! 😉 they’re very persuasive…
Glad you enjoyed it. Peace. –Dennis
So sweet – love this! Happy Grandfather’s Day. 🙂
Enjoyed reading it, Kids are amazing.. Thanks for sharing it .
They are pretty amazing. A great joy!
Yes, they are.
I loved this. Such special images. I can’t wait to be a grandma myself.
It has been a wonderful experience! I wish the same for you.
I love your Popsidoodle play.You are a dear granddad. My six grandchildren are in various stages of teenager-hood. I love seeing them growing each into a unique person. What a blessing.
For sure. The child in the poem just graduated from high school and is off to college in the fall.
Thank you for the big smile Dennis. 😍
Thank you, Val. That little girl is heading off to college this fall.
May she find her way and share the love that has been given to her 💕
Thank you, Val. She has grown into a remarkably mature, compassionate young lady. She has often been a teacher to the adults in her family.
Such powerful words, a relationship with a child is so special.
Thanks for your input.