Young and Old

My aunt, who’s nearly 88 And grandson, not yet 3, Enjoyed a lovely afternoon With age an absentee. She watched him playing basketball And cheered his every shot, Then helped him catch the balls she tossed, Which he enjoyed a lot. His sister, at a crawling state, Indulged in all the fun, Despite the fact her walking days Have not, as yet, begun. Observing from the sidelines I was happy in my heart Seeing such a sweet connection Though they’re years and years apart.