GRANDCHILD

Little one, light of my life, creature of my dreams,

I wish to give you so much, but I have so little.

I give you first my heart, in your soft, precious

hands it can never be broken.

I give you stories, stories my grandmother told me,

stories you can tell your grandchild.

I give you laughter. You cannot hold it in your hands,

only in your heart.

I give you memories – memories of a not-so-old woman

who took you to the desert to climb cliffs, and to

the mountains to run from bears.

memories of an old woman who wishes she

could be young for you.

I didn’t give you music, but I hope I gave you respect

for the One who did.

Child of my heart, child of light – play for me when

I’m gone.

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