FOR I WILL CONSIDER MY GRANDDAUGHTER KENZIE
For she catches sunbeams in her hands and puts out her tongue to taste them.
For she looks at me just before plunging both feet into a puddle and she is all mischief and wonder and delight and I try to remember why I shouldn’t let her but I forget.
For she must spin if the grass is green and the lawn is large.
For sometimes she pauses just at the top of the slide to gaze at the lawn and I know she is spinning in her heart.
For she buries her whole face in a blossom to breathe its scent and emerges blissful and flecked with pollen.
For she loves her mommy.
For she awakens a sweet radiance in her mommy, soft and gentle and all joy.
For she is generous to all, especially to old people.
For she holds her head sideways when she poses for a photograph.
For after the photograph, she says “awww, cute”.
For she loves her Pops
For she loves music and making music and people who make music and instruments that make music.
For music makes her dance.
For she wields both fork and spoon with dexterity but prefers to eat with her hands.
For when she asks for candy she always says “just one”, but does not mean it.
For she loves Josh and Jake.
For sometimes she holds her cup with her feet just because she can.
For she tucks one corner of her paci inside her lip.
For she colors with mad, bold strokes and makes no apologies about that.
For she loves books.
For she is a mixture of gravity and waggery.
For she greets every morning, every moment, with expectation that something wonderful is about to happen.
For sometimes when I hold her she puts one hand in my hair and one on my face and I know what it means to be truly happy.
For she has a shoe fetish, yet prefers to be barefoot.
For her toes are soft and round and make sweet wet footprints on the porch after she has walked in the dew.
For she loves to pray.
For she laughs easily and often and always out loud.
For she climbs everything.
For she loves water and perceives it as a personal gift to her from someone who loves her.
For sometimes she kisses me first.
For there is nothing sweeter than her peace when at rest.
For there is nothing brisker than her life when in motion.
For she is of the tribe of angel.
For she loves me.
*The form of the poem is borrowed from Mary Oliver’s “For I Will Consider My Dog Percy” She, in turn, borrowed it from Christopher Smart’s “For I Will Consider My Cat Jeoffry.” Lines in italics are borrowed from both.