Sacred Moment Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Youngest Granddaughter, talking, sharing, drawing pictures
with Grandma, fell asleep at the dining room table, her head
lying upon her little stuffed blue bunny rabbit.

We'd been playing with it for hours, so tired from playing
all day with me, never even waking up when Grandpop carried
her to bed.

I covered her up and kissed her sweet little cheek, she never
stirred at all, a beautiful and sacred moment given by God to
this poetical Grandma so I could write it into a delicate and
loving poem.