A Fairy Tale for Kathie

A Fairy Tale for Kathie
1/26/21

Your dusty blonde hair
has given way to
silvery strands
that have even more a mind of their own than
your uncontrollable curls ever did.
Your smile
has long ago created a framework
of wrinkles
around your laugh.
Your eyes
can no longer see
the letters on the page
in your hand.
Though your grandchildren
have long since learned how to say “Grandma”,
they still call you “Gimma”.
Your heart swells with emotion when they do.
You feel the faint
syncopated rhythm
that reminds you
of the close call
you had years ago.
You exhale deeply and sigh
as gratitude and relief
washes over you.

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