What Brie Will Be

     It has taken me two years to write this poem about my granddaughter. Slow, even for me. But I have used our time together gathering data. It may look like I'm having fun and being silly, but it is also serious research. Now that our second is on her way, and I am trying to write a blessing poem for her, I realize I now have enough data for an accurate poem about Gabrielle--Brie.

What Brie Will Be

I do not know what Brie will be--

Your looks and personality

Are more than just the products of

Your mother and your father’s love,

Much less the strange influence of

A grandmother like me.

But you have opened up my world

 The same way that your mother could

By helping me to see again

Creation, like it just began,

Adventures waiting close at hand

Like flags to be unfurled.

The swing set where you like to ride,

Our secret fort beneath the slide,

The joy of catching bubbles,

Of tickling and cuddles,

When hugs erase your troubles,

And mine are set aside.

With you as guide to childhood’s joys,

My grown up world is background noise.

There’s nothing I would rather do

Than spend my time playing with you.

Our playmate days are fast and few

Til you move on to other toys.

But still, I cannot wait to see

God use your personality

To fit the sovereign plans,

Shaped by His loving hands.

For He uniquely understands

What Brie will be.

6/12/19