You were born one early January noon
That transformed me into grandparenthood
Skinny little bundle of perfection
I was the first one to greet you
Into this imperfect world
We conversed--I with words
You with your senses
A bond formed then,
As tight as the swathing clothes
As beautiful as your eyes
Roaming the room,
Questioning the sensations
Of a world outside the womb
You reverted back to her care
Who could have imagined
You'd snuggle so securely
Into that unsuspecting compartment
Of my heart, vacant and aching for you
All these years.
About the Author: A resident of Israel, Helen Bar-Lev is a landscape artist and the senior editor of Cyclamens and Swords Publishing. She serves in several other editorial positions and is the former editor-in-chief of Voices Israel Annual Anthology. Visit her website.
"The Newborn Grandchild" was previously published in Child of My Child: Poems and Stories for Grandparents. Used by permission of the author.
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