Alanna in Bloom
My beautiful granddaughter
Alanna in Bloom
She wears her curls like morning sun,
a laugh tucked gently in her sleeve.
The world leans in to hear her hum,
the tide, the breeze, the breath we leave.
She walks where memory meets the sea,
a shoreline stitched with myth and grace.
Each step a note in legacy,
each glance a bloom in sacred space.
No need for paint or studio walls—
her joy’s the canvas, wild and wide.
She is the echo when love calls,
the future dancing at your side.
Born of laughter and legacy,
She walks the shoreline of memory,
A future blooming in every step.
She walks where memory meets the sea,
a shoreline stitched with myth and grace.
Each step a note in legacy,
each glance a bloom in sacred space.
No need for paint or studio walls—
her joy’s the canvas, wild and wide.
She is the echo when love calls,
the future dancing at your side.
Alanna, my beautiful granddaughter
Is a light of life
Spreading joy across time and space
Shining brightly
LOVE,
GRANDMA Vicki Lawana Trusselli
About the Creator
Vicki Lawana Trusselli
I am 76 year old California mythic storyteller blending lived truth, technology, and sovereign survival into multimedia art.
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