Reflections of Hope

Reflections of Hope

From Chicken Soup for the Grandparent's Soul

Reflections of Hope

The capacity to care is the thing which gives life its deepest meaning and significance.

Pablo Casals

They didn’t grow inside of me

Next to my heart,

But they have my genes

So they are my own.

Most of them hug me, giggle,

Clamor for attention,

Beg for stories, expect treats

Want to sing and sleep over.

In their world I build tradition;

I am Thanksgiving and Christmas,

A memory-maker serving cookies with praise

Encouraging their ambition.

To them I’m slow, old-fashioned

A helper of homework who speaks strange words

They tell me I sound “cool.”

In their unstable world

I offer things that rarely change.

In them I see myself;

Two have my turned-up nose,

Another my moodiness, my laugh,

One has my passion for music

Still another, my fascination with words,

Some gather friends like flowers,

A mirror of me.

Each one is a reflection of hope

making rainbows

where their own light shines.

In this complicated world

I look to them with pride,

They look to me with trust.

This cherished brood is my treasure

I call them precious

They call me Gram.

Yulene A. Rushton

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