Grandma
Long after the womb that bore fruit has shriveled,
and the breasts that nursed have grown weary,
through the passage of time loving
(like tending a garden…season after season,
tilling, fertilizing, planting, pruning, harvesting,
communing with)
your person, your presence,
your capacity have become deeper,
richer, fuller,
wiser, more patient, more accepting.
With a home making gentleness
and the warmth of the best spring day,
you are ripe,
you have blossomed,
and your spirit radiates…
“Little one, I am ready…
Precious one, I am waiting…
Dear one, I am yearning…
to give myself to you.”