Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

Legacies Passed Upward

on July 8, 2017

Once upon a time I was mother of three sons
Fathers now who between them have four more
And two young daughters.
I never gave a thought to reaping
After youthful sowing bore its fruits.
Grandmothers receive gifts
Bounty never dreamed of.

One son recently shared the story
How he  taught his son to shave.
Another son passed on the news
Son’s camp counselor summer job
Included learning leadership
Sharp skills to serve him well
In the wider world one day.

Two younger sons, cousins
Surprise us all with expertise
Creative eyes see like engineers.
Another son, the one who shaves
Is showing signs as a musician
Following his father’s dreams.
The little girls still lovely mysteries.

Mothers blessed become grandmothers.
A further generation bearing treasures
Returns its priceless gifts to me.
I watch my sons now fathers
Shape their children lovingly
Guiding them into a future
Unrevealed but which offers hope.

12 responses to “Legacies Passed Upward

  1. Dale says:

    Where’s the “love” button?
    This is absolutely beautiful, Ina. And as the mother of boys… I can only hope I have half the amount of wonderful you have received so far.

  2. lovely sentiments beautifully conveyed – to which I say me, too – I am blessed to have 10 grandchildren and one great granddaughter – they fill my heart to overflowing

  3. It’s a bountiful harvest indeed Ina.

  4. vivachange77 says:

    Yes, Andrea. My heart is grateful.

  5. Christy B says:

    A lovely family tapestry unfolding 🙂 May the blessings continue, Ina ❤

  6. My mother would definitely agree.

  7. hbsuefred says:

    Another one that made me cry sentimental tears!

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