Good morning. This weekend has been me, a little frazzled, trying to keep up with the energy-filled, used to late nights, pulsating, youthful city Jones. I’m happily satiated and depleted all at once. As my regular readers know, Sundays are dedicated to poetry on the blog. Here is the poem I wrote for today (What poem are you going to write today?)
The Grandmothers
Last night we laughed and we both beamed with pride,
Watching and gazing at our beautiful children,
Both of us mothers of two determined, compassionate companions.
I looked at you with new eyes last night,
Secretly supposing that one day,
It is quite possible that both of us will gaze at a precious, beloved child,
Who will lovingly look back at us, and know us both as adoring grandmothers.
And that’s when I felt a connection to you like I never had before.
How beautiful the web of love is, which quietly holds us all together.
Quietly spinning in the background, the future stories of entwined lives.
Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.