Cusp Runneth Over

She caught the last of summer
by the sleeve, granddaughter born
two days before the Fall change.
Easy to predict strawberries
and melons, both parents are gardeners,
the dirt will turn up.

Newest human I ever met
forty five minutes in,
pounds, ounces, inches, stretch our hearts.

The light in her eyes
lights the room, lighting

the world, starts tomorrow.
Will SchmitComment