The wind caresses my hair
As I grasp the tiller,
The direction of the sail in my hands.
I watch the dazzling turquoise water
Splash up against the boat,
And glance up at my grandma's magnificent face.
"Am I doing OK?"
She answers with a smile and a wink.
I feel so good,
With the seagulls flying all around me,
And the warm summer sunshine
Beating on my bare back.
I feel so good,
With wonder flying all around me
And the warm love of my grandma
Beating in my soul.
Bloomfield Hills, Michigan
