This is Bella - now.  She's 16 months old.  Watching her grow, her personality  she's silly and sweet and her giggle makes me want so squeeze her.   I love the way she's holding the pen - it's perfect.   Her little teeth - how she speaks.  It's so different being a grandmother, than a mother because not only do you feel the pride of watching your life generation you get to watch your own child be a parent, and that is double the love.  

LETS CAPTION IT!

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please say a prayer for my friend papabear who has been fighting pneunomia.

I'm watching bugs, insanity times two
locked in a hotel room
scratching inside their skin
and I'm watching him; sleeping beside me
that beautiful, brown back adorned
with that warrior tat.

I'm seeing people drop and move
not enough attention to keep them
interested
broken connections because it's
so incredibly busy
riding this slow wave.

I want to hurry up and wait.

I saw the sun, dancing orb, its light embracing my skin
disappear behind the shadow of the moon;
the most beautiful site an eye could behold;
the cold harsh darkness of the moon, illuminated
all around by powerful light
and in that moment
so long ago
I learned for the first time that never can darkness
overtake light unless light is extinguished.

I want to be silent inside the quiet
listening to the scent of the unspoken
smiling to myself how inconvenient it would
be to have to tell them
that I know
and so I go into the unknown chasms

sink or swim
sink or swim

It's nice to have them, tendrils of love
moments of passion, days of consistency;
they bring out the comfortable in me
the sanity inside my softened crazy,
and oh how it terrifies me,
appeals to the half moon rising into
my hair.

copyright @ vennie 2007