Poetry in Motion
There are some things in life that are pure poetry - without the words. Holding my wee grandson, who was born 5 weeks early was one such moment. As I greeting this tiny little miracle, the first child of my youngest daughter, he smiled. He continued to smile as I sang to him. Needless to say, I was in heaven! In celebration, a wee poem (haiku): Like the winter winds that blow early in the fall, the wee boy arrives Namasté!