“Granddaughter,” Ensign, Feb. 1982, 5


    Bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh


    You’ve bonded me in gold to generations.

    Through the glass I hear your infant cry

    And I recall another natal breath

    That caught my heart

    Her wondrous eyes, her need of me.

    Now to your home

    (Offspring of Celestial Sealings)

    You come, and when you cry

    We both will run, your Mother and I.

    And as she gives you of herself

    Her eyes transcribe upon my soul

    Those Mother truths

    That only Mothers know—

    Things that I could never quite express

    (But must be taught)—

    And so I am at peace

    Now that I see eternal lives of caring

    That will bless you

    And so bless me!

    For this is written in your Mother’s eyes

    A testament of shy and tender looks

    That speak so clearly

    What never need be said,

    That sing!

    So … this is how it was.