Jump Rope Hope
Do you ever have that divine dream
of jumping rope again?
And sometimes you fell,
running to Mommy, to make
it well with a bandaid and
her oh so, warm hugging!
How about roller skating on
the pavement?
That delicious vibration that
invaded your body?
Where did these fun days all
go?
You look in the vanity mirror.
Good grief, a head covered
in pretty snow!
And then a voice shouts:
"Grandma, can you bring my
jump rope here, that would
be so very nice!"
And you are brought back to
reality.
Remembering, that God's gift
of having a grandchild,
Beats the days of you being a
child times ten!
You go outside to give him his
beloved rope.
Your grandson's brown eyes sparkle
and fill your day with eternal warmth and hope.
*For Eddie, my joy and wonderful grandson.*
Love, Nana
April 20, 2020
3pm PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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