For My Grandchild

 “For My Grandchild…”

If I could stitch wisdom into fabric,

I’d drape it over you each night—

soft reminders of the lessons

life has whispered to me in quiet places.

I’d tell you that kindness

is never too small,

that the gentle things—

a smile, a prayer, a helping hand—

can ripple farther than you’ll ever know.

I’d show you that strength

isn’t about being unshaken,

but about standing again

after the fall,

choosing grace over anger,

forgiveness over pride.

If love could be bottled,

I’d leave it on your windowsill,

so when the world feels heavy

you could open it,

breathe it in,

and remember—

you are cherished,

you are chosen,

you are never alone.

If I could hand you time,

I’d place my years in your hands—

the pages of wrong turns,

so you might walk wiser,

and the chapters of joy,

so you’d know what truly matters:

meals around the table,

laughter that lingers,

faith that carries you through.

You’d understand

why I hold you longer,

why my “I love yous”

come quickly and often—

because the older you get,

the more you see

how fleeting moments really are.

So this is what I leave you:

prayers whispered over your name,

stories told again and again,

arms always ready to catch you,

and a love that does not fade—

not with distance,

not with time,

not even with goodbye.

For love is the legacy I give you,

the inheritance that cannot be lost.

It is yours today,

yours tomorrow,

yours forever.