Nana te Amo

Originally Posted: Monday, May 29, 2017

Nana te Amo

Images of babies.
Soft skin,
sleepy eyes,
smells of powder and poop,
sweet earthy smells,
chubby cheeks,
perfect lips,
and tiny tiny fingers and toes.
A soft head of dark hair
against Carmel skin
and deep blue gray eyes.
Your weight against my chest
as you breathe heavily,
and twitch in your dreams of
heaven and earth,
secure in your soul's memories,
trusting in the life into which you have been placed.
I hold you in my arms,
my grandson,
and give you promises of
love, safety, hope, joy, health.
Knowing I can guarantee none of these.
Te amo, mi Jonah.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2017


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