The Most Important Thing
Twisting and turning on Grandma’s lap
Sleepily fighting as her hand pats
A gentle rhythm on my back
She overcomes all my resistance
And I drop soundlessly into dreams
Safe in her care
A baby’s love.
New kid again starting school number ten
Listlessly walking the empty halls
One day he is there
Watching me intently with kind eyes
And friendship begins
On the building block of trust
A schoolgirl’s love.
Now on my own in the big city
His familiar voice stops me in my tracks
Beautiful eyes from my childhood
Look back at me with a new awareness
And ask for a lifetime
I do
A bride’s love.
In great expectation I wait
My miracle who will have my mother’s name
The spring rains come and after much travail
I hold her and we are face to face
She has her father’s eyes
I am undone
A mother’s love.
When everything within me cries
For peace and hope and solid ground
I look over my life
And give to God
The most important thing
All my heart, all my soul, all my mind
A daughter’s love.
Blessings,
CED
The Exceptional Life 
Reading this reminds me of the circle of life. I do not have memories of my grandparents on either side. I am told my maternal grandmother died while holding me in her lap. Sometimes I wonder is this why I find death unsettling, it was right near me. I am happy to see the evolution of your life has progressively brought fond memories. I have my own as well.
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That’s a nice poem about the different stages of life. Your post brings back memories of my grandparents 🙂
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Thank you for sharing such precious memories in a beautiful format Crystal.
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