Happy Birthday to Zeb

Kaitlyn and Luke were at our house 

when the news arrived,  a baby, 

I napped between the texts,  excitment 

fighting concussion. 

Now,  I ride the bus, 

delighted to be able to celebrate, 

to join in,   a party with four 

proud fingers in the air. 

This mornings picture shows 

him dressed as a firefighter,  the other 

day it was a pink flamingo and 

tomorrow...I wait eagerly. 

We marched together at pride,

 come, please, his momma said, 

three generations together,  he said, 

I want the t- shirt with my family on it. 

His smile embraces me,  twinkling eyes 

shining with possibility,  as he shares 

the stories of his workers,  the coffee 

shop,  a home. 

Living with the knowledge of life's fragility, 

always present,  when reminded of his birth, 

gratitude surrounds me,  to love and be loved, 

an open gift from Zebbie to Gg 

returned. 

gkn Sept. 22 2016