“Each day comes bearing its own gifts.  Untie the ribbons.”–Ruth Ann Schabacker

Tally came.  We got to have her for three days and two nights

The time went fast for Grandpa and I…

I’m sure, what we saw as shimmering motes of time; specks dancing in the light, passing faster than a heartbeat–

Probably had long-drawn-out-moments for her

But for us…each second seemed to shimmer in the air

Grandchildren are that place in your heart where flowers grow and journeys are short–
They color you heart in shades of color you never knew existed.

From my world to your heart,

Linda