Fragile

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I hold my grandchild, just a baby
and feel how fragile life is.
So many didn’t make it this far,
and we never got to touch their cheeks
and marvel over their chubby thighs.
The immense pain their parents felt
made them fragile, suddenly understanding
that what is so simple isn’t so simple
after all. Not something to take for granted.
Someday, when I cross to the other side
I am going to gather those grandbabies
into my arms and kiss their cheeks until
I have no breath left.
Then I will hold them until my arms ache.

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I’m a paralegal, a widow, mother and grandmother.

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