Ben
The first grandchild is...
Well, a shock.
Yes, a blessing!
A gift, but a reality check!
Can it be?
Yes, for sure.
Breathe him in, stroking each golden hair.
Smell closely, the newness of life.
Feel the pulse and energy.
Celebrate and cry.
The time is passing,
The answers are "blowing in the wind".
Jubilant,
Some spaces filled,
while others
are exposed.
Copyright © Karen Price | Year Posted 2006
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