BLESSED GIFT

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This is a piece I dedicate to my grandson, the apple of my eye.

BLESSED GIFT

            

  He came into my life
    when my world was its darkest.
  I'd lost my beloved the pain cut me like a knife,
      adjusting to being alone and a single parent of
      three was the hardest.
    I didn't know whether to laugh or cry,
       the realization of becoming a grandma
       brought about mixed feelings,
    hearing the news from my youngest daughter
         was the biggest surprise.
    When the day came I was holding her hand
         with each contraction.
     I felt helpless as I watched her scream through
          the pain.
      Anxiously waiting for the moment of
           celebration,
       Minutes became hours and hours became
            days.
        Finally with the last of her strength and a
              big push,
        his tiny, precious life entered this world.
        The room became silent til the slap on his
              tush,
         his strong, loud cries couldn't help but be
              heard.
          It's been ten years since his birth day,
              I've been his primary caregiver for most
               of his life.
          I wouldn't change a thing no matter what
               others say,
          We've been there for each through the
                good and the strife.
            As he grows I see more of his grandpa
                (my departed beloved),
                 in his appearance and almost every-
                 thing he says and does.
            He's been my blessed gift from God
                  above.

 

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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