Candles burning on the tree, greatest beauty that child could see, but children grow.
Then a mother seeing baby at her breast, what greater beauty could there be?
Until entranced, watching grandchildren leap and dance.
Still, there’s more. Son as grandfather, glowing bright, the greatest beauty a mother could see.
Eileen finds inspiration in her family.
Are you really a great-grandmother? Fantastic!
Indeed I am.
Beautiful. I really enjoyed your story