She Still Tickles Me

Giggles would erupt at just her tender touch! Then, but a babe of four, I can almost feel it still. Grandma, will you tickle me? I’d say when she sat down. Together, we would grace the old red sofa by the wall. Shivers up and down my spine would flutter as she stroked and often she would speak of dear old friends, whom she had lost, “Clara”, she would say, “would always tickle me!” The very thought of that would have me chuckling all the more as anything but literal could not yet come to mind. Now, of course, her meaning is as sweet as every memory and every day I feel her, as she still sits by my side. Even at this ripe old age, with every thought of Grandma, how she still tickles me!