California trip from Aug 27 - Sep 7

Poems:

GM is asleep.
The smell of darkness
wraps around her shoulders
like the bottom of a well
or a graveyard at night. 
She's a bear in a cave.
Everyone else is up.
Not GM.
Don't wake her
she'll growl and
snap at you.

AG's mind is
filled with books.
She dreams in libraries.
Upon finding a book
she devours it
like a hungry wolf,
not stopping for dinner or play.
When finished
she looks for another meal.

GG's heart
dances around words-
Waves are "visitors,"
reflections are "buddies."
If your not young or old
your a "honey."
The men she likes
are her "best guys."
When everyone is asleep
she sits on her bed -
inventing new languages.
R wants G's toy so
she she strips it from her
and when G takes it back
R screams like she's
discovered a murderer.
Her mother enters the scene
accusing G of the crime
as R dries her tears and
smiles innocently.

L growls, spits, smiles
and captures hearts.
He came from heaven
and will go back one day.
In the meantime a
little celestial bliss
resides in our family---
Heavenly Father's reminder
that he loves us.

Dear Little James,
You're far away in Bermuda
pooping, cooing, rolling, sighing, crying
but I can't hear you.
So I'm sending you this letter.
Keep up the good work
until we meet.  Love, Grandpa

Dear Baby inside A-
I heard about you
two days ago and
heard your busy
multiplying cells,
dividing your time
and planning a grand
entrance. Keep in touch.
Your grandfather.