Grandpa and His Granddaughter
by Wayne Scheer
I feel your sweet baby hands tickling the back of my neck. Your head rests on my shoulder as we sit on our favorite rocking chair watching the late afternoon light dancing on the walls. You lift your head and reach out to
catch a stream of sunshine. I watch your lips tense in frustration as the
light eludes your grasp.
"You'll catch the sun someday, little girl," I say. "But now it's time for a
nap."
I hold you close. You look at me and smile, the white of your first two
teeth peeking out tentatively from your bottom lip. You return your head to
my shoulder as I rock you gently and sing as softly as I can.
Soon your breath whispers in rhythm with my own as we both close our eyes. I, too, dream of catching the sun before it's beyond my reach. I, too, dream of dancing with the light. I rearrange my hold on you to make sure you're safe as we both drift into that nether world of the imagination.
Then suddenly I realize, I am embracing my dream.
Copyright by
Wayne Scheer
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