Precious Descendant

My grandson recently turned four.  He and his family live far from me, so I do not see him often.  I miss him.

This is the first poem I wrote for him, before he was even born.


Precious Descendant
by
Judy S. Lentz

I've seen shadows of your face in the creases of your father's palm
as I lifted his newborn hand to my lips
In the smile on your mother's face as her fingers sift
through baby clothes
I sing "Safe and Sound" to your unborn spirit as I look up
at stars you will soon see for the first time
A beam of light leapt off the face of a faraway place
And has traveled millions of miles
millions of years
just to be the very photons that will land on your retina
The moment you first look up