Holding Her The First Time Poem by Ray Hansell

She's going to take that silver bird
That flies high in the sky
The roaring of the engines
Will make that bird fly high

She's going on a journey
Just for a short while
She's flying off to see
Her first born grandchild

While looking through loving eyes
She'll hold the baby tight
Just for that short while
All the world will seem right

All of life's worries and pains
For the moment will disappear
All this will happen
As she holds her granddaughter near

Once again she be awe struck
Like we usually are
Because right there in her arms
She's holding God's newest star

She may even think back and recall
Needing time to recover
When she stood and once held
Her granddaughters mother

Time move on this cycle of life
As we continue to grow old
The day may not be that far away
When another grandchild she'll hold


11-16-07/RjH