The Beautiful Circle

 “The Beautiful Circle…”

I used to be the one
chasing tiny feet through the house,
picking up toys,
asking for just five more minutes.

Back then, I thought the noise
would never end.

But it did.
It slowed down.
And in the quiet that followed,
my heart learned
how much I’d miss it.

Now I watch my children live
the chapters I once did.
I hear my voice in theirs,
see myself in their tired eyes,
loving the same way—
instinct before words.

And then there are the grandbabies.
They bring the noise back,
but softer somehow.
Sweeter.
Because now I know
these are the days
you don’t get back.

When I hold her,
time folds in on itself.
I see my babies,
their babies,
and all the love in between.

Maybe this is what legacy is—
not what we leave behind,
but who we hold,
and how we choose to stay.

Love keeps moving forward,
from one generation to the next.
And somehow,
I get to be part of the circle.