(Design Pics photo)

I laugh because . . .

A grandchild is born
In all this celebration
I still remember
Losing my breath
when the rain rushed in
Resenting
the sky and long night hours
weaving stars into wishes
Crying at the wedding
Thinking I’d miss
my daughter’s simple skip
to motherhood
Never rock her child
dancing in the wind

. . . it’s a year after the biopsy

By Jan Wood