While the London Symphony Orchestra performs
Tchaikovsky's music and Barbie dances the ballet,
I watch my granddaughter's crystal blue eyes sparkle
with wonder at the enchantment of the fairytale love
of a prince for a princess.

I watch her, a wonderment, and I am enchanted 
by this love between a granddaughter and grandmother.
Her blond hair streaked with white and her smooth
young skin now kissed by the sun are a glorious
reflection of the beauty that lies within her sweet spirit.
She is beautiful.

Her dance is the dance of the clouds.
Her voice the voice of angels.
Her smile is the smile of my heart.
Quite simply, I adore her.

Oh, there are those times when I must say,
'No you may not eat peanut butter with your fingers'
or 'Try a carrot; its good  for you.'
There are those times when I want to cover my ears
if I hear one more whinny, "Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease, Nana"
after I have said no more candy.
And then there are those times when she stumbles
across the living room rug that are not so graceful.
(She is a bit like her Nana).
But nothing will ever change this love for her,
this adoration, this connection
that surpasses my limited word knowledge.

Such pleasantness is sent from above.
This time is a time to cherish.
These moments watching Barbie Swan Lake,
lost in the music, surrounded by pure love
bless my soul and give me a little touch of Heaven on Earth.
All because of this angel named Madison.

Kathy Lockhart
8/8/07