Poem About My First Grandchild
Flesh and blood of my
flesh and blood;
Witnessing your birth,
the embrace of the infinite circle.
Skin of satin,
eyes of innocent wonder;
You are mine,
I travel endless corridors
rocking wails to whimpers
This poem was originally written when my eldest grandson was but 2 weeks old. Many years have passed; at this publication, he is now but a month from his 17th birthday. This was an intensely personal poem, and it took all these years for me to be comfortable in sharing it.
I was able to be present at his birth, and that of his brother, 5 years later. "Life" however, intervened, and prevented me from being present when either of my granddaughters were born. That made this memory all the more special.
Update: As of this revision, this young man has outgrown his teenage angst, and is now serving in the Army and has been married for a year and a half. I am very proud of who he has become.
© 7-14-93 C.E. Carl
© 5-16-10 C.E. (Carl) Elias Photo is from Pixabay; not of my grandson.
© 2010 DzyMsLizzy
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