Their voices were casual:
Fran’s, Helen’s, Jean’s . . . .
“I’m babysitting grandchildren today.”
I didn’t understand the era they had reached
until the time came for my genes to be mixed with
a new generation’s.
A grandson entered my house on his mother’s feet,
gave me an adorning smile, settled into my arms
while I drew happy faces on his feet
and fat little doughboys on his knees.
The innocence disappeared.
He started to walk, talk
and put a row of f’s on my computer.
Sentences got thought,
my arm nuzzled,
balled and sprung into the air,
his laughter following,
as he became a writer’s block
from which is whittled my new identity. Dancing on Ochre Sands
Nellie P. Strowbridge is the author of nine books, including two books of poetry: Shadows of the Heart and Dancing on Ochre Sands. Her latest novel The Ghost of the Southern Cross will be published in 2014.