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| for Abigail |
Grandpa made the sled for her carpet rides.
She drives wearing a crown and we all take
turns being steeds: first Dad and then great grand
father—four generations—and the one-
year old holds the reigns. When she stops, arms out-
stretched, we applaud. She moves again and stops.
Applause. What power! She is entranced and
so are we. Will she be director, conductor,
so are we. Will she be director, conductor,
dancer, musician, lawyer? We can’t help
speculating. Great grandma reminds us
she is a normal baby, for which we
are grateful. We stop saying how smart she
is and how we would all give our lives for
her who has all these bells and whistles.
How lovely! Every little girl should be the star of the family show.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely!
DeleteThis is adorable. I can see her, her little arms out, watching the adults all fall under her spell. Oh if she can only keep that feeling her whole life!!!!
ReplyDeleteFrom your lips to God's ears.
Deletethis promoted great visuals...lovely poem
ReplyDeletemade me smile...i love being the horse to little ones...was playing with my nephew this week...he is just 3 now and still small...and sees the world so much different....fun stuff
ReplyDeleteWhat power indeed!
ReplyDeleteWhen a young shows much confidence it augurs well for the future. She is destined for bigger things obviously. Nicely Susan!
ReplyDeleteHank
Beautiful, Susan. Amazing to contemplate the amount of potential found in one young girl.
ReplyDeletereally beautiful :)
ReplyDeleteThis tiny little one year old seems to have such a commanding presence. In any family the baby is always the ruler. I like the way grandma reminds everyone that the kid is enjoying herself without another care in the world.
ReplyDeletechildren need to loved and we grateful that they are in our lives, nice poem
ReplyDeleteYes! What a wonderful experience and well captured.
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