By Nanni (tiamats_child@yahoo.com)
There was a time you spoke seldom,
smiled less. Oh, you would try,
your lips would turn up and your teeth show.
But your eyes never changed.
We worked hard to mend you.
There were nights without sleep or warmth,
because your eyes were wide and lost.
There were weeks of endless worry,
because your hands shook,
or bled,
and you could not stop.
This is our reward.
You, in the sunshine,
laughing,
with the children that belong to us all,
and with our children's children.
Such a marvel it is.
We never thought to see you grown old.
~
Pretty Good Year