Home again
after ten days
with a new grandson
and his parents.
Ten days
of cleaning and cooking,
of shopping and laundry,
and folding diapers just so.
Ten days
of walking the dog,
of reassuring new parents,
and watching them grow confident in their new roles.
Ten days
of snuggling a baby,
of smelling his sweetness,
and marveling at his perfection.
Ten days
of rocking and singing,
of his breath warm against my chest,
and his downy hair tickling my neck.
Ten days
of counting blessings,
of falling in love with 8 pounds, 2 ounces,
and feeling his weight burrow deep into my heart.
Home again
after ten days,
with half of me content to be back,
and the other counting ten toes and ten fingers
two eyes, two ears,
a stub nose and rosebud mouth
in my dreams.
