i surprised him
the second he spotted me behind his mommy
his little darling body became a dance all by itself
his forever-smiling face made room for giggles
many many giggles
then joyous ‘come on, grandma!’s
hand in hand
eyes locked on mine
my little enormous sunshine!
‘you come to anne car’
ending in 1/3 of a question mark
with my yes already housed in his brightly shining heart
leaving his pre-school . . .
amid the two grown women’s chatter
as untainted as any voice can ever be:
“I love you, grandma!”
i love him so
his little sister too
that each of my exchanges with them
takes my breath away
and i think . . .
together we all get to breathe again
loving and being loved again
yet on the many other ends of our world
because of a few power-fed sick minds
and their equally loveless bribe-filled grinds
die die die
and die again
*This poem was posted here once before. When I recently got to see my grandson and my granddaughter after a long period of time had passed, I could not help myself but re-visit that most memorable day.