when the news arrived, a baby,
I napped between the texts, excitment
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
gkn Sept. 22 2016