Cradled in gnarly roots, 

steep, rocky mountain behind

and below,

I gaze upon brilliant blue.

My grandson took my hand and pulled it around his back, wrapping himself in me.

Rain raps the window pane, drums fingers on the roof, obligations cancelled, unread book awaits.

Rain hitting your window on a peaceful fall Saturday morning, while you lay in bed.

Giant sized gas station chocolate chip cookies hidden behind Dad’s strong back, waiting for me.

The band plays as we dance, you sigh deeply, contentedly, as my cheek touches yours.

Giving up my fallen umbrella while being kissed deeply under the rain by my crush!

Shush, don’t wake me. I’m lost in your emerald eyes. Dreaming with mine still open.

A plastic shovel in little hands carefully sculpted the beach, the sunburn was worth it.

I carried you in me for over 9 months,

Now you are here, You're Beautiful.