So there is so much honor in mothering.
And gifts that unfold as years float over space.
And deep breath prayers that melt hearts.
Now grandmothering stirs love in deep crevices.
Remembering the journey- so quickly tracked in days.
The prospect of changes and challenges lurk in the edges,
because I know that we hold them all loosely,
with gentle sway.
The King of the Universe claims them all-
we are just blessed with the loan.