Perfection

Perfection prose poem

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I could never dream of a love so intense, then the love you feel for your children.
Until the day your child tells you “we are going to have a baby”
Time for me stopped as I have dreamt of this moment, I am going to be a grandparent!

You are elated with joy and anticipation, you watch your child’s excitement as they prepare for the birth.
You love the man he has become and choices he has made and the amazing woman he has chosen to parent with.

The day finally arrives, the hustle and bustle performed from everyone preparing for the arrival is fascinating.
Then out of nowhere is the sound you longed to hear, it is ringing through the night, you cry with uncontrollable love.

Then comes the time you lay eyes on the most amazing gift your child can give to you. You are taken back of the love you see between the new parents and it rocks you soul!
I have been blessed with the most precious granddaughter. Her beauty is the work of God… and I thank him for bringing her to all of us unharmed.

I watch as my son and his wife love her beyond words and all the dreams I ever had of watching my child become a parent, are so much more. My heart soars and I feel love like I never thought possible.

I am now aware of how much more love I am capable of, when I look down at my precious granddaughter and she look up at me and reaches to touch me.
That is PERFECTION!

DEDICATED TO BAILEY

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