I was given a kaleidoscope long ago,
But ,till you came, I didn’t know
How to use it.
You shook and rattled it in glee—
A myriad patterns seemed to me
To be birthed, to bloom!
How many new forms as they realign—
These few bits of glass, three mirrors that shine,
Thank you, my darling grandchild!
I had tunnel vision and habits ingrained
I needed to be unshackled, unchained,
To shake up blind beliefs and refresh my view,
To wake to new perspectives—-as you always do!