Less than three feet tall
Less than thirty pounds
Sturdy little feet
A strong arm, the ball soars
"GaGa, find the guy..."
"Tank-u"
Each vehicle needs a guy and
sometimes a girl...
a farm truck, an airplane,
a helicopter, a backhoe,
a bulldozer, a dump truck,
a corvette.
The red corvette was assembled
by Uncle Jay when he was nine.
Uncle Jay doesn't live at home
anymore: a concept difficult for
Simon to grasp at one and a half
when he naps in his uncle's
childhood bedroom. He must be
at work if he's not here,
with his girlfriend, Ceci too.
Nanny and Papa emerge as one word:
Ninapapa. Appropriate as he
always sees them together.
Married for sixty-one years.
Simon is blessed to have
great grandparents.
Bumpa plays guitar and sings just
as he did with our three children.
As they say, history repeats itself.
I hide a small packet of "goldfish"
crackers in my purse before Simon
and I leave for his music class.
One never knows when an eating
emergency might arise.
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