he said,
and it practically
sent me reeling off the couch.
He looked at me intently, in the eyes,
and said,
You Are My World.

We were watching TV,
in mid-pandemic lockdown,
unable to go out anywhere,
both of us
peaceful and content,
in the nest we always make
when we’re together.

My funny, cocky, profane,
profoundly sensitive grandson,
fifteen years old,
cool and razor-sharp,
with an always gentle essence,
always essential to my life,
just turned to me and said,
“You are my world.”

“my world”
My sweetest heart,
I know exactly
what you mean.