Small boy
+Grandma for 8 hours
Small boy who is soft-spoken, sits and plays
Small boy
+Grandpa for 15 minutes
Small boy turns up volume, boisterously playful
Multiplier Effect, Re-explained
17 Thursday Jul 2014
Tag Archives: grandma
Hi, Grandma!
09 Sunday Feb 2014
Posted in Family, Inspiration, Love
Steam rises from the soup kettle,
adding a ruddy glow to her cheeks
as she accompanies me ’round the kitchen.
She’s been gone nigh 30 years, yet
it seems just yesterday she taught me
her secret recipes, her gift of laughter,
and her special way of loving.
I’m sure she earned her angel wings,
and I’m glad she takes time to join me
in my kitchen as I often joined her.
Cars, Trains and Planes
16 Thursday Jan 2014
Posted in Uncategorized
Cars, trains and planes
travel ‘cross my floor,
sharing imaginary roads
with thunderously loud roars.
Vroom! Zoom! Boom!
“Did you see that?” he exclaims,
“It’s your turn now, Grandma,
See if you can do the same.”
So I take these creaky knees
and inflexible old back,
crawl ’round on all fours–
I can do it, as matter of fact!
and give the cars a spin.
The pleasure that I find
is neither playing nor racing cars,
but in the twinkle of his eyes
and the love within his heart.
Reflecting Forward
04 Monday Nov 2013
Posted in Life
She looked in the mirror
And her eyes glazed over.
When did she change?
How did it happen?
Plumped body,
Rounded curves,
Certainly not her
Youthful size 8.
Shortened stature
Flattened feet,
Now shoe size
A larger size 8.
Oh, and the
Wrinkled forehead
And lines beside the eyes–
What stories would they tell?
Past anguish, joys,
Loves and losses,
All reflecting in that
Old-fashioned mirror.
Staring intently, she falters,
“Grandma, is that you?”
With the shake of her head
And a blink of her eyes,
She’s returned to the present,
Comforted that traits she
Recently feared will be
Revered by her grandchildren, too.
Phyllis Moorman 