Grandfather with tiny bundled babe in arms
Crossing the lawn, down to ocean’s shore
Half whisper, half coo, his murmuring for only the child
Grainy stones to water’s edge, baby hearing words of love, thanksgiving
Then a new sound - stirring, soft swoosh, emery of wave on pebbles and sand
Baby’s eyes widen, smiling faces reflect pleasure at sounds in seasoned and new ears alike. Taken from ocean voice, another voice calls, “Dad? Dad?!”
"Coming!" Baby, only, hears the whisper, “Toes in tomorrow, o.k.?”
photo Sunset Sister, Maui
love these word images. again, wish i could see the photo :(
ReplyDeletethe jellies appeared, however :)
That's two in a row wonderful poems from you. (Maybe more. I haven't finished catching up.) Yesterday's sent a spark into me that caught fire and saved my day. Thanks.
ReplyDeletePhoto is back:) luv u:)
ReplyDeleteWren, such a nice compliment. It's wonderful to hear that something I said stuck with you for a while.....