March 30, 2018

I don’t understand the ache in my heart.
I don’t understand the grief in the joy.

It was a day for welcoming baby Johnny home.
Maggie dressed up in her best lilac dress.

Together we held him on the brown leather couch.
My arms surrounded the new brother and big sister.

“I love him, Grandma,” Maggie said.

Now, hours later, I weep.

4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. the purple lady πŸ’œπŸŒ· (@th_purpl_lady)
    Mar 30, 2018 @ 22:53:35

    I don’t know all of your situation, but I understand this low after a momentous high. I am going through the highs and lows thing, and I would love to find even keel soon. I hope you do too.


  2. bjdonaldson
    Mar 30, 2018 @ 23:08:15

    New life is really a miracle. Congratulations on your new grandson.

    Your poem captured your emotions beautifully.


  3. Debbie Lynn
    Mar 31, 2018 @ 08:27:58

    That is so sweet, “I love him Grandma!” πŸ™‚


  4. mschiubookawrites
    Mar 31, 2018 @ 13:52:34

    So much to love about this poem! Embrace the tears joy offers.


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