Poem About My First Grandchild
66Flesh and blood of my
flesh and blood;
Witnessing your birth,
I feel
the embrace of the infinite circle.
Skin of satin,
eyes of innocent wonder;
You are mine,
not mine.
I travel endless corridors
of time
rocking wails to whimpers
and sleep.
© 7-14-93 C.E. Carl
© 5-16-10 C.E. (Carl) Elias
This poem was originally written when my eldest grandson was but 2 weeks old. Many years have passed; at this publication, he is now but a month from his 17th birthday. This was an intensely personal poem, and it took all these years for me to be comfortable in sharing it.
I was able to be present at his birth, and that of his brother, 5 years later. "Life" however, intervened, and prevented me from being present when either of my granddaughters were born. That made this memory all the more special.
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Good explanation of a Grandparent, my friend! It sure is a precious gift of life... and our reward for not killing
our kids when they were teenagers! :o)
This is beautiful, and I know exactly how you felt!
Lizzy, this was great, thank you for sharing it
Hi, this was great, rocking wails to whimpers! Ah! lovely.
Beautiful Poem.
Thank you, Wendy, I so glad you stopped by & enjoyed the poem.
This is beautiful, and I think most writers know exactly what you mean about not being ready to express some things until we're ready. I haven't yet gone through the first-grandchild experience. I'm kind of scared of it, to be honest.
This is a very touching poem. I think it makes any grandmother hearken back immediately to her own experiences. This is the first one of your writings I've read. The title caught my eye. I felt a need (a month later) to paint the image of me sitting there nervously out in the garden as we waited for word that our first grandchild was born. She was seven weeks early. It was my first painting. Some things in life are just so special we have to document them somehow to ourselves. Thank you for sharing.
Hi, Pamela!
Thank you so much. I bet your painting is awesome! Such events are among the milestones that touch us deeply and affect who we are.
I love it! Congratulations and I hope you are enjoying your relationship with your first.
Hi, DH--thanks so much for stopping by--glad you enjoyed the poem.
I used to have a very special relationship with this boy up until about 3 years ago when he hit his mid-teens and decided he was going to do what he was going to do, and not listen to anyone...now he's 18, and it's worse. :-(
Putz Ballard 2 years ago
Great hub