I retuned to the US after a 20 year
sojourn; marriage, children, teaching.
One of the very first things I did was
to visit my grandmother. She lived
just an hour from my parents.
I can remember dashing out of the
car almost before the engine stopped.
Running up to the screen door, I saw
her sitting in her rocking chair, in the
kitchen, reading . . . You guessed it,
a Harlequin Romance.
Before she could even get up, I knelt
at her feet and promptly burst into
tears. She held me, kneeling there,
and didn't say a word. Truly, I loved
her; she was the epitome of comfort
in times of trouble.
When my sorrow somewhat abated,
I told her why I had returned to the
US. She listened, I mean she really
listened, quietly holding my hands.
I have no idea what wisdom the ages
had bestowed on her. I just know she
had a heart the size of Manhattan and
I loved her and miss her . . .
miss you ere so much
where are you when i need you
i kneel at your feet
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