Through weaving heads I waved at her.

Through little fingers she blew a kiss.

Bright eyes held mine, till crowd eclipsed,

new sights stole her away.

So this is what a grand father is.

So this is what a grandfather feels.

Deep sad loss but somehow glad,

that one so young can reach across a hall

to hold my heart in her tiny hand.

 

 

David Garlick, Puerto Vallarta, January 2000