Let me not forget our hour long walk,
along the sidewalks and paths between
the houses on your hill
As the sun descended west and we
heard chick-a-dees in the tall firs
robins all a-twitter of a June eve.
Pink roses spilled out onto the sidewalk
we touched and smelled.
I kissed your head, your cheek and told you
"Grammy loves you, Grammy loves, loves, loves you."
From the side, looking down at you in the front pack
I could see a little smile-
you knew, your fingers holding my finger,
our arms together, held before us.
I carried you last night,
while your tired mom spent that hour in massage
When we arrived home she was smiling.
You had fallen asleep to the sounds of the evening birds.
