Meet My Grandaughter

Annie is a special gift from the Lord. She was born five months after my mother passed away, and was a great comfort to me in my grief. Here is a poem I wrote about her a few years ago. 

A Special Day

annie spent the day with me

running errands.

at hobby lobby,

we chose scrapbook papers

and stickers -

anticipated

making our pages at home.

at home we made banana bread,

pausing when the bag of flour

had tiny bugs in it.

we hurried to the local store

bought a new bag and

came back home to finish.

later we feasted. “It’s very good,”

annie said, making me smile.

smiling,  annie danced for me,

blond curls shaking in her pony tail

all she needed was a poodle skirt

to look like a “fifties girl.”

“a what?” she asked,

opening her brown eyes wide

“a fifties girl” I said again.

“like when I was your age.”

“oh,” she said and moved on.

ready to play a game on the computer.