Written for David’s Weave Written Weekly
where O’Nika asks us to write an echo
poem* about a significant “first” in life.
Thanks for the prompt, O’Nika & David!
I have chosen to write about a first grandchild.
She held him first, that tiny soul, Whole
new worlds bloomed in her eyes, Skies
she’d never seen turned bright, Light
cascading, soft and warm, Storm
of feelings filled her chest, “Blessed”,
a word she breathed aloud, Cloud
of wonder wrapped around, Sound
of breathing, soft as early prayer, There
in her arms with tender care, Rare
this new love she’d never known, Grown
from her, this man so strong, Long
she’d watched him find his way, Today
he cradled his own son, One
tear starts to fall, then another. Mother
and son, their love poured free, Three
generations, one heartbeat, Greet
the circle, now come round. Bound
forever in love complete.
NAR©2026
#W3
*Nancy’s Notes: In an echo poem, the last word or syllable of each line is echoed in a rhyming pattern. Additionally, the poems for this challenge must include at least one variation of the words “early”, “primary”, and/or “start’.
This is “Blessed” by Elton John
Everything on the elephant’s trunk was created by me, except where otherwise indicated. Thanks for your consideration. NAR©2017-present.
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