The beauty and dependence of a baby in my arms

 

Little one
Held in my arms
Small, fragile, light, alive
Lifted, carried
Eyes open wide...
She
Soaking it up
Taking it in

 

Baby granddaughter

Lightness of being

Seeing the world

From here in my arms

Raised up high

She

Grabs my nose

Holding on

Grandad
Precious moments
Embracing, gently, squeezing
Touching my heart
Cheek to cheek kissing ...
Me
Drinking it in
Savouring

Both of us
Getting close
Enfolding, singing a song
Quietly, intimately
Go off alone
We
Slowing down
Melting

Melding

 

Sometimes, my Father God picks me up and carries me