To My Granddaughter - Para Mi Nietecita

ISABELLA

By Googga

June 7, 2009

She sings her own invented song

while pedaling her little bike

(training wheels dragging behind),

early Sunday morning.

Little birds cheerily chirp

their salute to the new day

and her laughter brightly rings,

early Sunday morning.

Sunrays hitting the rose buds

reveal greens and velvet pinks

not unlike her cheeks and eyes

early Sunday morning.

All is quiet in the house

everyone else is asleep

she is outside in her pajamas,

early Sunday morning.

And I sit quietly and smile

sharing in this magic hour

with my daughter’s little daughter

early Sunday morning.