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”He came to Nazareth,
     where he had been brought up...”

Grandparents remember the up-bringing:
     baby-sitting while parents
     work or are away...

     little hands reaching
     for the cookie jar
     and everywhere...

     greeting arms
     around grandma’s neck...

     a shadowing presence
     in grandpa’s shop asking
     “what’s that?”

It’s watching change:
     crawling to toddling
     gooing to talking
     following to leading
     pictures to reading.

It’s admiring:
     handmade gifts to grandparents
     school performances
     graduation achievements.

Grandparents are in the crowd
     when he comes
     to where he was brought up...
     remembering the time when...

It is the way
      of grandparents. 

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”Lord, now lettest thou thy servant
     depart in peace...”

The old clergyman prayed...
     and the grandparents listened
     wondering.

It was their prayer too...
     a sense of fulfillment
     having seen children’s children.

But other prayers lumped up
     in tongue-tied throats...
     to be repeated through years.

Such a dangerous world
     and such a fragile child
     so deeply loved.

Hearts could not bear
     any wrong to this one
     who owned grandparent’s love.

The clergyman prayed his prayer . . .
     and grandparents prayed their own.

It is the way
      of grandparents.

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