My grand child.
“Sure yer a grand child
altogether! ”
I tell her.
She laughs...begs me again & again
to tell her.
“What am I...what am I? ”
I tell her
as she cuddles
against my breast falls asleep.
The other asleep
Already across my lap.
The dog asleep
at my feet.
upon my feet.
The house too
falls asleep
in the summer
heat.
I the only one
awake
my body
a bed
for sleeping
children
or even dozing dogs.
Once again
the perfect Mom
even at my age.
Smiling to myself
and thinking of
kissing Fred
when he was my dreamboat
& neither one
of us
could ever conceive
of ever
growing
old.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem