My grandson Ryan turned thirteen last Monday.  Being a mother is an awesome experience, but being a grandmother transcends any emotion ever felt before, and that relationship between a grandchild and a grandmother is indefinable. I thank God for this experience, and for the most special grandson any grandmother could ever have. A little starburst sent to me
Thirteen years ago
Stamped glad times in my memory
And set my heart aglow

His every smile a ray of joy
His teardrops precious pearls
God sent to me a little boy
Who brought light to my world

The doctor laid into my arms
The most perfect little babe
Retrospecting at time’s distance
My heart remains enslaved

More and more over the years
He firmly gripped my heart
And if i see my love in tears
I can tear the world apart

Today, transiting from babe to teen
A poignant slice of time
He straddles two lives in-between
Distinct, yet undefined

A well-defined identity
A persona unique
Though yet to reach maturity
Submits to self-critique

A sense of self and self-worth
Yet questions parameters
Seeks answers to things of Heaven and earth
Undeterred by borders

This pride of parents and grandma
Undimmed by extant dark
Transcends  things of  miasma
To emulate the lark

He calls me a “bling-bling granny”
But tells me that I’m dumb
Then with great care, patiently
He defines theorem of light and sound

The babe I taught to read at three
Has now outgrown my brain
Now poised at brink of maturity
“Gamma, think!” is his refrain

So I, within my limited scope of thought
Try to define his complex concepts
‘Till, clueless, I become o’erwrought
Then he explains the context

He tops my head by inches – neat
To his ill-concealed delight
The boy who once danced on my feet
Has long outgrown my height

I watched with pride my babe evolve
Into a being all his own
And feel my heart near-explode with love
For this unique person, now near-grown

I pray God that this treasured boy
He bestowed on my family
Would always be our source of joy
And that he’ll be forever happy