In the twilight of the evening,
There comes a time of ease,
When everything is done,
And all is right in the mind.
Contentment takes over,
As the sun begins to set,
And all the worries of the day,
Settles down for a night's sleep.
Nothing else seems to matter,
As the snow falls softly down,
And everyone and everything,
Is accounted for at last.
A warm and comfy blanket,
Takes away the chill of winter,
As the sibblings snuggle in
And slowly close their eyes.
I remember those days well,
When my children were small,
And I felt ever so happy,
Just to be called their "mom".
Now they are grown,
And have children of their own.
And I feel every so delighted,
To be called their "mema".
My worries are different now,
As I watch them grow.
I wonder if they know,
Just how much I love them.
I love each and every one,
Whether blood or "step".
Makes no difference to me,
If they become famous or not.
It would never occur to me,
To favor one over the other.
One may require a little more,
But none will do without my heart.
It is good they are not all near,
For I would be ever so very busy.
I would share myselft often,
And as best as I could.
My own work would be undone,
Just so I could spend time with them.
We would discover new things,
And I'd give them all my love.
Now it's just me and my husband,
In the early twilight of our evenings.
We sit here alone wondering,
If our children and their's think of us.
Not a day goes by,
That we don't think of them.
If there was a way to do so,
We would "zap" our love to them.
There are many different kinds of love,
As many of you know well.
But none so precious,
As a grandparent's kind of love.
by Jann Newland
(copyright - Oct. 2002)
