“Hi Gran!”

A Poetic Memoir

photo of grandmother and child by Matlachu on pixabay

When my grandchildren were small, I would often be asked to care for them while their parents worked. I delighted in the opportunity to watch them grow.

My youngest grandson would usually run around the room making “pew-pew” sounds, aiming his lightsaber at the cat or an intruding alien from a far-off galaxy. But sometimes, he would join his sister and me under a cozy blanket on the couch. We’d spend the evening watching Disney movies (for the umpteenth time). We’d drink spicy tea and eat ice cream until they couldn’t keep their eyes open any longer.

Now in their teens, they still greet me with the same, “Hi Gran,” when I visit.

“Hi Gran!”

Disney princesses serenade
along a frozen riverbank.
A bowl of ice cream liquifies
on the table beside us
as our hands coil around a cup
of steamy Bengal Spice.
Childhood wrapped with laughter,
curled up together,
cocooned in a fluffy pink blanket.

’Til next time — I hope you have some children in your life. Cherish all the moments you get.

Lynne

Author: Lynne Collier/Author

Hello. My blogs are mostly about my work as a writer of Speculative Fiction, my faith as a Christ follower, and my childhood in mid-century England. My hope is that something I say will put a smile on your face today and encourage you in your journey.​

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