Grandmother's Arms

Girl, Young Lady, Wife, Mother, Grandmother and such Soft, strong and oh so long, tender to the touch Rocking cradle, Rocking Chair as a lullaby is hummed While knitting some stockings, the needle sticks her thumb “Hush, little baby, the time will soon come When you too, will be blessed with a little one Let me tell you a story of a little child Raised on honey and berries that were in the wild As he grew older and became a man He lived in the wilderness and ate from the land Time came when this young man was called to perform As he gathered the sheep before the storm Asked by others, “Are you The One That we should seek who comes from the sun?” “Nay, said the man,” with a slight grin on his face I am just a steward called to set up HIS PLACE” “To whom shall we seek?” the people said Is it Elisha, the prophet, come back from the dead?” “Nay!“ again he said, with a stern look on his face “Of HIM who will come, no one is greater on this earth or from any place Of HIM whose latchets, you nor I are worthy to lace Come to the river, where we shall be cleansed With a splash of the water…Come closer, my friend….. Ever so gently, she lays down the book To peek at her Précis…Just a second look So peaceful, serene and with such beauty and charm Another child, at rest in Grandmother’s Arms