The girl on the couch, unwell
Are you expecting? I say.
The anticipated storm of temper
A slight smile from him.
At least, he says, I'll see him grow
in my lifetime
Through the years he drove the boy
to and fro from school, putting him
through his paces.
He watched the boy catch the egg,
kick a rugby ball through high posts,
wield a mean cricket bat on the field.
He saw the boy off in his father's car
laden with high hopes, books,
and essential technology.
He imagines the boy -white-coated -
phenomenally powerful magnets.
And now, today, he sees him
in cap and gown,
beard trimmed, hair clipped.
The boy throws his cap into the sky
and has very special smile
for his grandfather.