In Honor of my Grandson

In Honor of my Grandson

A new sun rises, golden yellow, exquisite,
Lips velvety petals, black amber eyes, eyelashes to die for.
Wrinkly neck, wrinkly hands, fuzzy cheeks.
Delight rises from the bottom of my belly, my heart, my head.
I am showered with bliss.

Do you know who I am? I ask smiling from ear to ear. You simply look. I can’t stop hugging and kissing till you lay under moon light in your bassinet. When you cry, adoring parents wrap you up in a cocoon. You lull back into womblike trance. Kisses on your forehead, your cheeks, your tummy, leave a lingering sweetness. I treasure them for our moments of separation.

Two years pass; flits of a butterfly.

You smile when I kiss your chubby cheeks. You look happy when I kiss your plump hands and fingers. You laugh when I kiss your tiny toes and soles. You giggle when I kiss your belly button. Your kisses are sweet, your hugs gentle, your smiles like bursting of pink petals.

Nani’s heart overflows with your love.
I could burst in tears.
My life is fading like the red and purple farewell of a sunset.
I have tasted innocence and tenderness.
I have sensed and savored the joy of your smiles, kisses, and hugs, my Cheeku.
I have watched miracles happen, life sprouting from perfection.
I have lived!