We meet the knowing of each other.
You a new dawn,
I a sun setting.
Blood of my children in yours.
And deeper things than veins
and tissue types between us.
Smiles lift from our hearts pockets,
in songs of greeting.
Warmness cradles itself in gift.
Another chance to love -
to know tiny hands soft in mine
more leathered now.
Love and wisdom dance in celebration.
Unveiling the ancient thread
of centuries weaving -
You coming in and I leaving.
Grandchildren © 2005