As of today, I am officially a great mother. I prefer that to grand. We have our first granddaughter, and we’re still reeling.
A night of stars and strings of cloud,
a golden hammock moon swinging,
a turbulent sea that swelled
until the world was full,
and on a bright and bloody tide,
a small craft, crafted so fine,
of filigree fingers
and breath of morning clouds,
into safe harbour sailed.