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The First Grandchild

Updated on January 24, 2017
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Liz inherited the family history notes from an aunt, and was hooked on genealogy. The hobby connects history to family for her.

My photos of my actual grandson are not on my computer, but on film; this is just a public domain image of a baby.
My photos of my actual grandson are not on my computer, but on film; this is just a public domain image of a baby. | Source

Birth of My First Grandchild

The birth of a child is a special moment. That of your own children is precious in its own way, but the progression of life; seeing them grow up, marry, and have children of their own is also very special in a different, but equally precious way.

This poem captures my emotions as I witnessed the birth of my first grandchild, and I think probably also that of many others who have experienced this moment in time.

We Are Separate; We Are One

Flesh and blood of my

flesh and blood;

Witnessing your birth,

I feel the embrace

of the infinite circle.

Skin of satin,

eyes of innocent wonder;

You are mine,

yet not mine.

I travel endless corridors

of time

rocking wails to whimpers

and sleep.


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.

© 2010 Liz Elias


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  • DzyMsLizzy profile image

    Liz Elias 2 years ago from Oakley, CA

    To everyone who I missed addressing an individual reply: My apologies. This was one of my earliest submissions here on Hub Pages, before I figured out how the system really worked.

    I thank you all for your kind words and thoughts on this poem.

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    Liz Elias 6 years ago from Oakley, CA

    Hi, DH--thanks so much for stopping by--glad you enjoyed the poem.

    I used to have a very special relationship with this boy up until about 3 years ago when he hit his mid-teens and decided he was going to do what he was going to do, and not listen to he's 18, and it's worse. :-(

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    Denise Handlon 6 years ago from North Carolina

    I love it! Congratulations and I hope you are enjoying your relationship with your first.

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    Liz Elias 7 years ago from Oakley, CA

    Hi, Pamela!

    Thank you so much. I bet your painting is awesome! Such events are among the milestones that touch us deeply and affect who we are.

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    Pamela Kinnaird W 7 years ago from Maui and Arizona

    This is a very touching poem. I think it makes any grandmother hearken back immediately to her own experiences. This is the first one of your writings I've read. The title caught my eye. I felt a need (a month later) to paint the image of me sitting there nervously out in the garden as we waited for word that our first grandchild was born. She was seven weeks early. It was my first painting. Some things in life are just so special we have to document them somehow to ourselves. Thank you for sharing.

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    Lisa HW 7 years ago from Massachusetts

    This is beautiful, and I think most writers know exactly what you mean about not being ready to express some things until we're ready. I haven't yet gone through the first-grandchild experience. I'm kind of scared of it, to be honest.

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    Liz Elias 7 years ago from Oakley, CA

    Thank you, Wendy, I so glad you stopped by & enjoyed the poem.

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    Wendy Krick 7 years ago from Maryland

    Beautiful Poem.

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    Nell Rose 7 years ago from England

    Hi, this was great, rocking wails to whimpers! Ah! lovely.

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    Paula 7 years ago from The Midwest, USA

    Lizzy, this was great, thank you for sharing it

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    Holle Abee 7 years ago from Georgia

    This is beautiful, and I know exactly how you felt!

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    Christine B. 7 years ago from Medina, Ohio

    Good explanation of a Grandparent, my friend! It sure is a precious gift of life... and our reward for not killing

    our kids when they were teenagers! :o)

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    Putz Ballard 7 years ago

    Great hub