Cradling her warm and solid weight
tests my arm,
and blesses it.
Rising Maggie-laden from my chair
tests my knees,
and blesses them.
Closing her sleeper’s little snaps
tests my fingers,
and blesses them.
Dreaming ahead to when she’s six, nine, eighteen --
tests my future
…and blesses it.
tests my arm,
and blesses it.
Rising Maggie-laden from my chair
tests my knees,
and blesses them.
Closing her sleeper’s little snaps
tests my fingers,
and blesses them.
Dreaming ahead to when she’s six, nine, eighteen --
tests my future
…and blesses it.
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| A Grandmother's Litany by Janet Kamnikar © Fall 2007 |
