….of the sea, and earth, and stars
he rode in on a pulsing red wave
settling all safely into
his deep, blue ocean
where we became his tides
washing ashore to lap delicate
granulesĀ of sand and turn the shells
back to him, as he waits under
the canopy of sky, and moon, and angels
while we sway, and rock
in his deep, blue ocean.
Of all the wonders and magic, a grandchild is the greatest. This poem celebrates the birth of my first grandchild, Kai.