12,000 Miles Sounds Closer Poem by Peter Hall

My first grandchild
Looks back at me through her lens
18,000 kilometres away
12,000 miles sounds closer.

The eyes cut through the separation
The innocent smile brings joy and pain
That co habitate like the knowledge of heaven and hell.

The exuberance
The energy
The beauty
Awakens the soul from it's rest.

The eyes ask no questions of my weaknesses
The face cuts through the Scottish mist like a glad glint of sun.

The smile confirms the present
And says 'I am your future'.