My wife had long been looking forward to this.
Me? —not so much, neutral. Then in an early hour
in the soft light of that living room I held her
my granddaughter, wrapped and small. Her tiny fingers
grasped my pinky(!) Ask me now how I feel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
in an early hour in the soft light of that living room I held her my granddaughter, wrapped and small... what a joy dear Glen....... the generations after you.. they are coming in tiny steps to this world.. we shall pray for them now...... who knows what all can come in their lives. tony
your prayers are appreciated, tony. my granddaughter, who spent last night with us, will be eight in october(!) how the time goes! she's a big part of our lives, and we're happy her father and mother live close to us. thank you, as always, tony, for reading and commenting. as in the navajo prayer, may you walk in beauty, with beauty before, behind, above, and below you. -glen