I Am Your Grandmaw

I'll finally count those toes, those fingers, hear you call out to us for reassurance that the world can be safe and also warm, your present place too confined, too dark for your dreams too small for growing limbs too small for dawning dreams. I know you already and will say “Hello sweet song I am your grandmaw; I’ve always loved you.” ©Kathryn McL. Collins October 7, 2004 written on the day before my granddaughter Grace was born.