How Sweet It Is
Not incessantly, of necessity
but frequently enough to
say, Hi Bubbie, what's up?
And to obliquely relay the
impression that the voluminous
contents of her elderly mind
remain valued, when the
granddaughter who knows
everything a teen edging toward
the age of majority explains
she's reached a crossroad of
confusion in an assignment
and would appreciate some help,
even if in not so many words.
And the grey head nods to
herself, listens carefully, and
just as carefully, counsels.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
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Poetry
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