Today I talked to my oldest daughter and proud mother of my first grandchild. I was so happy to hear her voice but afterwards, in the glow of happinesness in talking to her after such a long time, I thought of how happy I was for all three of my kids. How their mother and I probably did not always say how much we loved and appreciated them. How we did not always show that love or how we might not have acted in the way they felt the most loved. But we loved them.
I wish I was more willing to write how I felt, years ago when they were growing up. How I might have had an opportunity to show that love in ways I did not think of back then. (sigh) Life moves on and we cant change before what we had or did….
I love my kids more than anything and I know my wife does too. We both would do anything for them and are proud of them beyond words.
Now, I have a grand-daughter and I want to express my joy in a way I did not believe I had before. So while, it might not be the best written or most poetic. Might not be worthy of publishing or of acclaim, it is what I have for her. I share here with my family and friends so yall know my joy.
The joy of learning of a pending new life,
the worry of hearing of a birth not right.
The angst of having a child alone, so far away,
parents unable to comfort or hold or tears to stay.
To pray for her and her loved one to be strong,
to hope the pain of the coming birth is not long.
For many the feelings of love are enough,
others the absence is tough.
But even in the most dire of circumstances,
a most beautiful moment dances.
The world opens to a moment of pure brilliance,
where all pain, worry and fear diminish.
Joy for the new arrival’s appearance,
her smile and self we all shall cherish.