I'm so sorry to have missed all your 1st moments this past year...your first smile, the first time you sat up, crawled, laughed, your first Christmas, and countless other precious "Firsts" in your life.
I'm also going to miss your 1st Birthday today, and it breaks my heart to not be there with you dear Finn.
Love, Gramma Lynn
Here is a poem for you Finn: Also, below is a pic of your Gramma Lynn (me) holding my baby Lacie (your Mommy) on her First Birthday. (aka Laecee)
To my Grandson, Finn
I held my grandson tight. I put my hand on his little bare shoulder and wrapped my arm around his waist. In my dream, we found a magic swimming pool, turquoise, warm, rectangular, large and we slipped in together. . . sputtering, bouncing, bobbing, gliding. In my dream, I made him breakfast and sat next to him and watched him swallow. I set him up on the rug to play and while I did the dishes, I felt connected to him across the room. This was my dream and although in real life, he was faraway, beyond my touch, living at bay, I visited him through longing, a vivid voyage, a chosen foray. In real life, I carry around a weight of unused grandmotherly acts, a whole shopping bag of smiles and ready vigilance and pie crust know-how, of art projects and songs to sing and the desire to cup his head in my hand. Who could have imagined You'd snuggle so securely Into that unsuspecting compartment Of my heart, vacant and aching for you All these years. Still, this was my dream and when I woke up, I felt happy. |
