He’s Growing Up
I hear myself whisper, I see myself text,
& yep, I acknowledge, he is.
♥
Hidden within the subtle, this quiet confirmation reliably waits
his hair, longer, combed a certain way
friend time casually taking a front row seat to everything else time
wonders of ok, but now, tell me why
hours shared in pretending …
slightly shifting to let’s do this instead
& an awesome role of Gramma, still enveloped with love and enthusiasm and wonderfulness, but Gramma I will softly, seamlessly become.
🙂
Happy #9, Grandson.
& no worries, I’m not complaining, I’m just fascinated how life beautifully and skillfully transforms, as we enter into the next chapter of who you were born to be
’cause yep.
YOU are SO growing up.
♥