Watching Granddaughters Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting in a wheelchair in one hundred three degree heat -
not minding it a bit, because I'm watching my Granddaughters
taking swimming lessons.

Learning how to float on their backs, totally relaxing and
letting the water hold them up.

Smiles on their faces, a wave of their hands to Grandma and
PopPop and they're on their way - going underwater to
retrieve a whistle.

Such a joy in our lives, hands on their knees, as they look
for us - oozing with pride because they did it.

(5: 55 p.m. - 6/3/09)