Grandma's Arms

She knitted this as a wedding gift to my parents.

            Hand crafted made stitch by stitch, over fifty years ago.

 

As a boy it warmed me when sick or cold from winter's play.

            Time passes and a boy I am not.

 

But this afghan, this work of art still warms me.

            In heart as well as body;

 

As if Great Grandma opens her arms to me.

            The afghan wrapped all around.

 

And the chill is gone....

 

K.J.K. 1-29-96

 

J.K.

 

Giggles

"Ain't No Mountain High Enough" plays on the Muzak.

            All are gathered 'round table of family.

He Smiles to Daddy's play;

Bouncing up and down - giddy up, horsey!

Only to break free and run;

Mother in chase.

Then caught up in her arms and brought back to table.

            Ready to run again like some kind of cycle.

A game, really;

            Day, night, day.

For they, too, will repeat.

            Life goes on and we grow.

           

Like Noah after the flood.

            God's promise to us all...

K.J.K. 11-09-08

E.G.