In the sunshine, the children play. Cheerful shouts, and innocence. Adulthood is yet a while away… Cares and worries, worldly-sense…

But right now, they laugh together, In the welcome, wintry sun. I look at them, and wonder whether They’ll look back on this day of fun.

Our immortality is our children. I’m off to welcome the latest one. I love children…so then It’s a joy to go to my new grandson.