He drowsily winds
his tiny body,
molding himself to
her lap and folds his
perfect, tiny hands
under his chin.
Clasping a familiar,
crooked finger,
he draws small,
red knees up to his
hands and lets out
a contented sigh.
His little body begins to
calm as her chair begins
the slow, methodical rocking.
The little one is in his
favorite comfort place,
and this is...
Grandma's sweetest moment