Dearest Granddaughter,

in our local chemist’s shop
I asked the pharmacist to check
a strange mole, on my face.
She introduced herself as Caitlin;
after she’d looked and reassured me,
I smiled and said, Thank you, Caitlin.
She looked mildly surprised that
I’d remembered. But then, you know
and I know, I’ll seize any chance
to speak your name between visits:
now you’re grown and living well
away in your nascent, adult world.

Ceinwen Haydon
If you have any thoughts about this poem, Ceinwen Haydon   would be pleased to hear them