This was sparked by Rosemerry’s blog: http://ahundredfallingveils.wordpress.com/;
Last night I could not hold back the full moon’s golden light
from falling on the tomatoes, shining on the grape leaves
filling the petunia trumpets, kissing the basil leaves
Nor could I not hold back the shouts and bubbling
inside of me when Mary told me Carrie safely birthed,
in the golden light of night, our new grandson
Today I cannot hold back my wonderment of how those curled up hands
and legs, water coddled infant said, ‘i’m out of here’ — pushed through
the birth canal — now with open eyes sees and smiles at his smiling mother.
I am too old, too, too, whatever — to hold back anything. Better to open the
eyes and ears and like this infant, wiped of wetness, kicking feet, pulsing fingers,
open heart to all and eager in innocence to love and be loved.