Listening to every heart
I thought I would take a few moments to say hello to you today,
for you were gently on my mind, and I had a few new things to say.
Like, hey, you’re a great-grand again, mother and child are doing fine,
I was at their bedside throughout, like you wished you’d been at mine.
I thought of you while holding him, all nestled to me safe and warm,
I thought that you would wish for him, that he be safe from harm.
Then I had to hand him over, like all good grandmothers do
and I knew within my heart, that the “giving away” was the clue.
So like you, I took a breath, and let it gently out, soft and still,
more and more I know just what you must have thought and felt.
To be a “grand” must be inherent, you care for them just as much;
thought-provoking, isn’t it, what one gets from a baby’s touch.
So Mom, just thought I’d let you know what’s deep within my heart,
all the words we never said, but never really kept us far apart.
For I find myself to be more like you, each and every day,
and Mom, I miss you most, when I kiss my babes and pray.
For that is when you’re at my shoulder, gazing over us all,
and sometimes, I feel your touch, and again I can hear your call.
Memories flood through my mind, I could have never imagined the best
would come to me through pain and fear, that I would pass the tests.
So when my grandbabies hug me, I’ll silently think of you,
and thank you again in my mind, to what you’d led me to.
And Mom, tell my Dad hello for me, he would love these children fine,
and for as long as I can, Mom, I’ll care for these blessings as mine.
8 November 1999
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow