|Grandson, at El Paso Zoo|
Playing silly games, our laughter tickling
with our secret, so secret,
its origin we don’t know,
I forget –
expectations, age, limitations, time
in your eyes, asking for nothing.
You speak a gift,
now buried forever
in boundless space
within my heart.
"I love you,
(Submitted to Flash Friday 55 where G-Man hosts a story in 55 words or less.)
My grandson turns 3 next week. Recently, on a visit, he spontaneously, tenderly looked at me and uttered those unforgettable words. How could I not be the happiest, silliest grandma ever?