Answering the Still Small Voice
Two days before
I found out
I would have a second grandchild,
the still small voice
asked me,
“Could you love another grandchild
the way you love her?”
You see I loved my granddaughter
with ALL my heart.
The second born would eye me,
as I’d leave, hand in hand with her sister,
each day, out the door.
Did I love her less?
Her big tear grew in mass,
puddled at the corner of her eye.
Was it there every day?
Was this just
the first time I really saw her?
I carried this tear away from her home.
Her sister would complain.
Of course she would -
suddenly there was two
playmates for grandma.
Four grandsons would join the lineup.
Would grandma choose
a favorite?
I answer the still small voice,
“I love them all, you know…”
8/25/2021
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