Grandmother’s love —
Joy overflowing the brim.
Old age made conscious by bliss,
The laying of foundations for those born.

In grandchildren the circle closes
With a happy completion of the mission.
Neither late nor premature
Without excess and without collision.

Is it not worth bowing to fate
For the reliable grounding of the kin?
She has rejoiced in grandchildren — that is enough,
For great-grandchildren — that is already a prize.