My Granddaughter, Almost Twenty by Michael Craig Kasper

I watch my granddaughter
Walk before me
Or rather, I watch the men
Staining their necks
As they watch her walk by,
Young hips swaying like the sea
Oblivious.
And I am proud
That the blood of my blood
Can draw such rapture
Such admiration
Perhaps a little lust,
And I catch their eyes
And they know
Not today
Not with her.