It feels so strange to think
That the lost time I saw you,
My son was on the brink of 2.
And 2 years later,
My daughter came into the world.
I had no doubt that she had already met you
And that the last place she slept
Before coming into this world
Was in your arms,
In your world.
Today the trees are in bloom,
The leaves of the maple
Are young still
And hang on trees
Like sleepy butterflies in their glossy purple skin.
Everything seems to have awaken.
The pink azaleas seem giddy as their silky petals gently sway in the warm wind.
Ella is packing her soft leather ballet shoes
In her black tote,
Pinning her golden hair into a ballerina bun.
Ross is on his way home,
With the sun shining in his sky blue eyes.
His hair is still the same colour as it was
When you last saw him.
And his lashes
White and long
Like drops of sunlight.
Today is your birthday.
Today as I think of your grandchildren
And catch a glimpse of a Robin briefly landing
On the pale green leaves
Of the red limbed dogwood
I remember your birthday. By j. Hamilton