Rachel at 11
I look at our first-born granddaughter, now 11,
and it’s as if I am in her future
to which she strides with purpose and sureness,
who she is comes at me clearer and clearer,
as if the lens between me and her
brings her image more and more into focus,
the brilliance in her soul
brightens my days.
by Henry H. Walker
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