Grandma

Autumn signals goodbye to the blue skies of summer

And a return to learning the mystery of getting through

High school. I went to see Grannie down at her little

Cottage near the beach. She was sitting under an

Umbrella with her trick knee elevated and her cat knapping

Across her lap. As I got closer, I could see she was napping too.

Startled, she sat up as the cat hopped down. The bridge we had

Built over the seventy—year gap between our ages was a well-worn

Two-way span. I helped her grow old and she helped me grow up.