I ADMIT to a flaw —
Not fatal! –To wonder
WHERE I saw
(Or did I SHOVE under
Cushion, book?)
My PHONE–
Oh Let me look
For this damn thing I own
(Or does it own me?)

Georg’ann

Sitting curled in the chair with her legs like a pretzel,
jaws in motion, working the EXTRA CHEWY caramel.
Oblivious to everyone else, she’s taken a SHINE.
Enraptured with your stories, you cast a spell.
Granddaughter & grandmother, me the daughter-mother
I reach for my PHONE to snap this scene,
as if the camera could suspend the inevitable.
The universe is expanding,
we will be pulled into different orbits.

Heather