Let me ramble on.
Holding. her.
Growing older.
Every breath she takes,
holding her close,
                              for her new parent's sakes.
A second granddaughter.
Her second name, we have all shared in,
tis, but by the . . . . . of God go I,
and you,
and you reading
for the first time and
you reading
for the last time
and you the great-grandmother,
and all of you the 91who follow
or the 2100...plus readers
"Whispers"

Now,...
where was I?

I have been blessed,
with a second grandchild,
she is a whole person,
with a world so large,
so noisy, so bright,
that it takes her parents
LOVE,
to shelter her,
her sleepy eyes open,
I melt with her in my arms,
praying and hoping,
she may know how much love
God has for her
she stays close, wow such a gift,
to behold,
to watch her learn,
learn to know,
He loves her more,
than the rest of the world
            twogether.

No typo, for her parents love her
twogether, more than the rest of the world,
and God, well, love's her even more.

He does the impossible see...
for every child born, there is a LOVE,
from her parents, and beyond the above,
from before she was conceived, to...
and beyond when I become the past.

I see her skin, her eyes, her dark shock of hair,
her finger nails and toes, her ears, her nose
a blanket, a hat and clothes,
but this is all I know of her is in that moment
and maybe to the next.

Look real close. Read these lines 7 times 70 times twice
Say them quietly out loud, say them nice.
Say them with me and for her until she can
say them on her own...
"Abba, I belong to you"

I said, let me ramble,
for life seems like a gamble
but only with God are they sure,
that you are loved and learn to love your self,
not like a dusty book on a shelf, turn the pages,
each day a new and exciting adventure
and the love we have and the love we give and
the love we share to show we care, is the love
that we received, from God. There, is a LOVE.
Child.