My First Grandchild, by Edwina Slack

I had forgotten just how sweet it is,
To hold a tiny baby in my arms,
To feel the silken head resteing against my cheek,
The fragile fet pressing against my side,
Child of my own dear child, my thankful heart
Echoes the murmmuring lullaby I sing.
I see the blue eyes close, the lashes lie,
Like strands of gold upon the petal face.
I hear the gentle breath of sleep, and feel
It’s feather softness cool upon my skin.