Genevieve
When I think of Genevieve
I think of a gentle smile
stretching between her ears
like pink rubescent ribbons
fluttering down to her toes
wiggling and giggling in joy.
Gigi's intelligent eyes are
bottomless pools of exquisite questions
delight shining in glittering depths
reflecting a woman waiting to be.
When I smell the sweet baby breath
of Genevieve
I inhale blue sky after a rain
new mown grass
the unchartered galaxy of the ocean
and sweet winter oranges.
Six months old today
Genevieve
my grand-daughter
a gentle blossom
sweetly sleeping
inside my heart.