Poem for Emma

I have been reading a lot of senior blogs and, surprisingly, have found little about grandchildren. Perhaps we just don't want to wear people out with our joy!  Here is the first of two poems about my own.

(This is Emma’s Grammy’s poem about Emma)

Big Things in Small Packages

This child, like any child,

is full and round and fervently living

giving her gift of naïve luminescence

to light my dark path near the end of the road.

My progeny, dearest of all human things,

rings my heart with smiles.

I know that she is Special, has Needs,

but what I see is the full-force life

of one who chooses to take the best

out of living and leave the rest.

I am incredibly blessed

that her soul is here to remind me.

She peeks at me from tiny perfection

and grabs my hand for wide-eyed protection

but I am not sure whether hers or mine:

her eyes so shine with love and affection

I would walk with her 

to the edge of the world and back.

She trusts me to teach her but

trying to reach her becomes a big game;

she teases and shines me ahead or behind me,

child of my heart, her soul does remind me

to joyfully go on down that road

to where the water tastes like wine.