
autumn sunshine
is that really you, Mom?
through my window
blinded by memories
holding my first born
proud Nanny
strutting with purpose
pushing an English pram
irresistible urges
pinching his chubby cheeks
time flashes by
grandson holds her frail hand
in a nursing home
Nanny just won’t let go
love always wins over
recalls for one split second
joys of grandmotherhood
searching nervously
in his liquid blues
it all comes back
dipping his tiny fingers
in his first birthday cake
©Tournesol’17/11/04
Daily moments – birthday memories November 7 2017



