The wind tousled
her honey, brown hair
Waist long, it enshrouded
her nakedness
As she ran down the hill
her chubby, toddler legs
leaping and dancing
Reveling in raw pleasure
of wind against skin
Ths shallow water
enveloped her baby soft
as she splashed in ecstasy
Stopping only once
to look at her reflection
And watch it dance
in the ripples of blue
. . . She wondered . . .
Incarnation . . jubilation!
In her absolute rapture
and sweet abandon
Accepting the joy
in physical delights
Made possible only
by the innocence of
her neonate soul
My Granddaughter. . .
my Erin Elizabeth