my granddaughter at four months
did your mother know how beautiful
you were floating like an astronaut
on your lifeline within her extended form
as she sang her starlit lullaby?
tiny hands flexed then
tiny legs pushed
now those same hands reach to grasp my fingers;
legs push down and lift you up
our eyes meet in wonder,
beaming, exalted at your accomplishment
both mouths open in delight.
~ Ben Nuttall-Smith
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