ninety-four years of
life/work/love
in hand that
wraps around
small baby body
on tender lap
and they play
with orange spoon
game of mouth
tug of war
and you can
almost
hear
the soft giggles
rising up up off
the picture
delicate bubbles of life
gently exploding
poof poof
the room where my gaze
marvels at miracle
of a beautiful bond
across the decades
cemented with a silly game
and still the hand stays
firm and sure
