(for Andrew)

CONTINUITY
by John T. Baker
As I watch my grandson 
growing up all too fast
I would like to make time stand still,
just to hold back the day 
he'll so soon go away,
not a child but a man ... as he will.

Though I know that it all 
is a part of the Plan
and that this is the way it must be,
though he's yet but a lad, 
I can't help feeling sad
that I won't be around to see

how he strides through life 
with his head held high
as he fashions his place in the sun;
how I'd love to be here 
to applaud his career
and to boast of the battles he's won!

Will he ever recall 
the adventures we've had,
he and I, and recapture the joy?
Maybe not till I'm gone, 
but perhaps later on
when he plays with his own little boy.

He's too young now to know, 
he would scarce understand,
I'm too old to attempt to explain;
but if once in a while 
should my name bring a smile
then I shall not have lived in vain.