For Gabriella My Grand Daughter

She’s not yet a teen but bigger than a bean and sweeter than Skittles can be. She dances around like a princess unbound and means the world to me. She’s a little erratic and sometimes gives static to her mother and father, I know, but when in my sight, an effervescent delight and pure as a soft winter snow. The girl is a vessel, a pistil, a petal, as if born from a vintage rose, a little Aphrodite while often times flighty and a queen who doesn’t yet know. What a shining star she is by far and will remain my endearing, joyful child, inside my heart, my head, and mind with her rejuvenating smile. I pray someday she reads this page and remembers me all too well, as one who smiled because of her kind heart and magic spell.