Nana te Amo

Focail do a Chara

Nana te Amo

Images of babies.

Soft skin,

sleepy eyes,

smells of powder and poop,

sweet earthy smells,

chubby cheeks,

perfect lips,

and tiny tiny fingers and toes.

A soft head of dark hair

against Carmel skin

and deep blue gray eyes.

Your weight against my chest

as you breathe heavily,

deeply,

and twitch in your dreams of

heaven and earth,

secure in your soul’s memories,

trusting in the life into which you have been placed.

I hold you in my arms,

my grandson,

and give you promises of

love, safety, hope, joy, health.

Knowing I can guarantee none of these.

Te amo, mi Jonah.

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