Grammy and Grampy

I remember when those big wrinkled hands used to

tear a piece of gum in half,

one piece for me and one for you. 

I recall being with you outside when you thought it was cold,

and I claimed it wasn’t,

it was a beautiful day. 

Swinging on the swing,

that big brown contraption,

was so fun,

especially when you both watched me.

Going out in the boat was the best treat of my summer days,

when I was a kid. 

Now, I can go visit you on my own,

sleep in my uncle’s old bed,

watch the Red Sox, most likely, lose the World Series,

with you both

-hearing Grampy either curse or snore,

and Grammy will be putting curlers in her hair as she clicks her tongue

because she can’t imagine the pain those guys must go through out on the playing field.

I miss you both.

                                                                                                                        Carole