She Loves Me

Granddaughter love

The child climbed onto his lap
and into his arms,
laid her head on his chest, and fell
soundly asleep.
It was as if she'd given him a gift.

Time then suspended, her breath
barely audible, raised the hairs
on his arm, her small heart beat
against his old thump,
blood of his blood,
love from his love.

Life is not outside of you,
it radiates from your core
and pours into your
empty openings.

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