As the new day dawns
A feather floats slowly on
Cloud reflected seas.

A mother is...
the sweetest flower of love,
the brightest light of happiness,
the most colorful rainbow
of kindness,
the most precious pearl
of compassion,
and the most powerful prayer
of strength.
Her heart, the softest veil.
Her mind, the gentlest leaf.
Her words, the loveliest music.
And her hands, the most dependable sail.
Her purest and selfless love,
a wonderful bliss.
Her passionate soul,
the anchor of a child’s dreams.

He puts out his tiny hand
To hold my finger
In its red glove
And his mouth curves
Into a smile.

Such a welcome
For an elderly me
I want to grasp his soul
Be part of those first steps
Taste his world.

A splendid moment
For us all three
My daughter
And her third son
A blonde wistful child
Full of poetry.

Love Grandma **