Grandma's Attic

 

 

Over the past years,  I've written several poems about babies

I think the first grand-child I was "in" on was Jason.

 

I felt the veil brush back and forth

as I stood in silent awe

Birth and death so hand in hand

This baby that I saw

 

come through the strife, so filled with life

I need to hold your hand so tight

You can safely lead me

as I follow through the night

 

Oh, God sends children to get parents back

to where they're supposed to be

and I, your Grandma, stand in awe

that you're in our family

 

and I felt eternity

 

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THE  GIFT

 

Which is the most miraculous?

the creation of a world

or the blossoming of a flower?

Both have beauty that's unfurled

 

across the ages,   and the sages search

for answers to God's plan

Which is the most miraculous?

Resurrection of a man

 

or the hatching out of a golden butterfly?

The sky's its kingdom now

Winging, dipping, on its way  to freedom

Not caring how it changed

 

Just knowing deep inside that

she'd been given the gift of flight

Which is the most miraculous?

A star coming out at night

 

or the birthing of a babe?   Oh, God

You are too wonderful to me!

Best of all,  you've given me

the gift that I can see