The following poem was a gift to Lucille and her husband from their granddaughter Amanda Lehua Griswold Quay in 2009.
It was just a tiny thing, but words cannot
communicate the wonderful feeling.
His tiny one year old hand grabbed mine and
we walked together from one grandmother’s
house to another
How inexplicable to express to anyone the
sensation created by this innocent touch
between mother and son
And . . . he did not pull away or tug at me with
that precious hand
It was a wonderful grasp of confidence and I
He was no longer a baby, yet still so young, and
we could walk together side by side
Tears come to my eyes just thinking about that
No one would ever understand
-Lucille M. Griswold ©
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