On the Birth of My Son’s Son

There’s magic in an arrow shot from darkness:
From deepest well of sadness and despair.
Its power streamed behind it as it flew up
And carried me on swift currents of air.
It bore me from such darkness as I never
Before had known and hope to never see
In future, flying straight and true and lovely
Through sunlit fields to more far beyond me.
I’ve watched, since then, with happiness as habit,
The universe expand to welcome in
That strong fresh life and mind that handles wonders
With love the partner of self-discipline.
Now at a distance, I can only ponder
How my son sees his own son, a new wonder.

About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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