Friday night, I am stirring
German chocolate cake frosting
for cupcakes
for the baby shower tomorrow
for the woman who
carries my grand daughter
That fact, by itself, is far too
cosmic
to
contain.
Thirty years ago from today
was the last month of my pregnancy with
this future baby's father,
born the day after Christmas while the grand parents,
and all the aunts and uncles
were still around.
We had a party
He was forever then my baby of the world,
the little chief
born on the Elwha Indian Reservation
caught by his father
blessed by Grama Sampson
held by all, his sturdy, agreeable baby self.
In January he will become a father
And so I bring hand rolled cigars from Mexico
to the shower
as well as the favorite cake for his wife
German chocolate
And I have bought, on a whim, little plastic
baby theme ornaments for the cakes
pink baby shoes (yes, she is a girl, there are fewer mysteries these days)
and little teething bracelets
I see the shoes have space, so
I will write a hoped for quality on a bit of paper
like a fortune,
and slip one in each little pink shoe..
what do I wish for this little girl child?
Strength and courage,
Radiant health,
Curiosity and wonderment,
A kind heart,
A deep love of family,
And plain old good luck.
and for me I wish she will have
many days hiking in the wilderness with her Grammy...
my own special wish-
Given up to the same unviverse which gave me
Her father, her mother, and now...
My own grand daughter, my own little love.
