My grandchild,
born 2001
Sunbeams
rainbows
shooting stars
sparkling sunrises
gilded sunrises
these things you are.
Secret smiles
butterfly kisses
songs we sing
soft little hands
bright shining eyes
the love you bring.
“Beauty is my child’s face.”*
Is there a more perfect sight than the face of a beloved child? Is there a more perfect feeling than stroking the softness of their skin? Is there a more perfect smell than inhaling their sweet scent as you envelope them in a tight embrace? These are some of the intoxicating wonders of motherhood. How I love to dwell on my child’s exquisite features, but no matter how long or how intently I gaze, the image is always changing. It is the nature of childhood.
* © from 'Being Mummy' by Anne‑marie Taplin, published April 2007