Chalk On Concrete

Two wonders, born into our lives twelve and ten years ago. A girl and a boy, my grandchildren, in the little house in Haw Creek, I held them less than a year old as they slept on my chest, as I walked them up and down the creaking wooden floor hallway. Soft lullabies, baby board books, spontaneous laughter so endearing. Their drawings in chalk on concrete, playing in their yard of all seasons, watching His birds raise their young, being the blessed Lord's creations themselves. Oh, years, can you slow down some? My daughter, son-in-law, and I, we love their precious youth. In the priceless art of children, their drawings in chalk on concrete, etched across our hearts. ~