Today is my granddaughter Reynna's 13th birthday. Reynna is at that fascinating age, no longer a little girl, not quite a woman. Her interests range from making hand-stamped cards to the latest teenage heart throb. She is comfortable with computers in a way I will never be, a familiarity that reminds me of the years and generations that separate us.
But she is my darling and always will be. Whenever I think she is going to outgrow me, I recall the poem she wrote and presented to me last Christmas. Though I copied it in this blog earlier, I'd like to do so again:
Grandmother, grandmother comfort me;
Grandmother, grandmother, in times of need.
Grandmother, grandmother, love me so;
Grandmother, grandmother, don't let go.
Grandmother, grandmother, though I'm getting old,
Gandmother, grandmother, I will always be yours--
Just like you've been told.
This I know for sure: Reynna is my joy and my light ... and always will be.