I can take a deep breath now.

Everything is

going to be

all right this night.

The moon spills forth upon the trees.

We drift, grandkids

and I, to sleep,

one on one side,

One on the other. Lullabies

flow us into

gentleness. We

hold each other.

                                                    –  JDG

When I built my small round house on the land overlooking the pond, I did not know that soon I would remodel the nearby shed,  holding place for the lawn tractor and gardening tools.  It was to be my office, but became instead a  temporary shelter for me when my grandchildren came to live in the round house  with their mother after the death of their father in a whitewater rafting accident. Most nights one or both of them would join me in the shed and this poem was written about those times.  Since then, the shed has also sheltered, for a time,  friends in transition and now it holds my younger sister who has returned home.