Welcome to this wondrous place with patches of woe here and there which our love for you and your newness shall overwhelm.
We have much to learn from you. There
is a message in your eyes and in your reach we once knew but have lost. That
first engagement where everything is astonishing. Is it innocence or first
knowledge, a knowing long forgotten by us we long to recover? Already you
have given us a glimpse of where we began.
We have tried to prepare a garden for
you with hanging fruit, petals and scents, with turtles and turtledoves
and winding paths but we also urge you to taste what is forbidden and find your
own way off the beaten.
You have been seeded by shouts of joy
and harvested with pumpkins in a season of love and a spectrum of foliage. Three
generations of arms receive you... Mom and Dad and theirs, grand and great-grand
.....and I, your step, who sheds those adjectives great and grand. In time
I hope to change the step to step-less at no remove, to watch you flower
even in this imperfect world we have bequeathed.