Adopted Pride

I held your small body only once. The time I spent with you was brief, but it will stay with me for the rest of my life. You blessed me with a yawn and briefly opened your eyes. I looked at you content in my arms, and saw my daughter. The peace which surrounded us during the interlude allowed me to relish in your beauty. I embedded each detail of you into my memory. The delicacy of your small toes and your mass of soft brown hair is tucked deeply within my heart. The perfection of your face will never leave me. I met your new family. The name you will claim is one to be proud of. My daughter took special care in finding you the best parents the world had to offer. You will grow up surrounded by joy, and my ears will be listening for the sound of your laughter. Your mother wants you to know of your lineage, and I will tell you with pictures and written letters. The songs I would sing to you on nights when your mind needed a lullaby, and the true stories that only a grandma could share, will drift into your ears though I will be far away. My daughter has given a gift to the world. While I bask in the cozy warmth of your vision, I tell her how proud I am of her. Ahead of you there is a whole world to explore. With each new discovery you find, your grandma will smile and shed a tear. ©January 2002 Laura Jeanne Dean Written December 30th, 2001 © on Feb 18 2002 10:53 PM PST   0 • 10