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This used to be a picture of my beloved granddaughter, KM(W)R, getting a big hug from her daddy on her first birthday, but I took it off, at the request of both of her parents. (Sorry, baby, I'm still proud of you, but I don't want to upset your parents.)
Instead, I changed it to a picture of a birthday cake, in memory of her 1st birthday. I also wrote her a poem after that occasion, which is posted below. However, things have improved since I wrote that, and we are now part of her life, to my delight. We love you, baby.
Growing Pains
I met you on the day of your arrival,
so tiny and beloved and so new,
and I dreamed
of when I'd hear you call me "Grandma"
and of all the fun
granddaughter things we'd do.
I'd rock you in the chair
I rocked your dad in,
and read you all the books
we used to read,
and when you learned to walk,
I'd walk beside you
and let you hold my hand
and take the lead.
We'd giggle and bake cookies
and make granny squares
and I'd paint your fingernails
and brush your hair.
You'd grow up knowing
just how much we loved you;
there'd never be a day that we weren't there.
But Mom thinks you are better off
without us -
No Winslow-Jenkins relatives, no dad -
and when we try to write or send you presents,
she sends them back. They only
make her mad.
I hope, when you are older, you come searching,
demanding explanations for the past.
We'll finally get to see you, hug you, love you
and tell you that we've always cared.
At last!
- ©Betty Winslow
She's SEVEN now!!
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