Today I kept you
and you cried because it’s new
so we went outside
to see all the trees
you touched the green leaves sweetly
with your baby hand
and you looked up high
at the pines rattling with song
cicadas, at last
first time this season
oh how I love their comfort
oh how I love you
Discover more from lit bits and pieces
Subscribe to get the latest posts sent to your email.
lit bits and pieces 
Both are precious. Well written.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Fran, what an adorable doll! I love her hair. I can see she’s getting older. I love your voice in this poem, how you talk to your granddaughter. I imagine when she’s older, you will read this poem to her. Beautiful images, beautiful poem, beautiful granddaughter. Thank you for sharing your joy and inspiration.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Gail – these posts are a word-scrapbook for my girls.
LikeLike
As usual, your verse is so artful and so touching. The haiku stanzas suit the imagery so well.
Incidentally, one of my earliest memories–my brother was not yet born and it was spring, so I had just turned two–is one of my father carrying me and showing me the leaves of what I would later learn was a maple tree. I had never touched a leaf before, and I became frightened and started to cry. I can still hear his voice as he cheerfully and gently said, “Scaredy cat…”
Thank you for evoking that memory by sharing your experience with your beautiful granddaughter.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Delighted that this evoked that amazing memory for you. I am reminded how early our memories begin recording…
LikeLike