Saturday, March 03, 2007


Grammy Love

A hug comes flying in from nowhere
landing on my shoulders and my neck and my back
followed by two lips finding mine
and a hard mwah.

As she leans back to check out my eyes
I widen my smile returning her gaze
feeling that inexplicable tug
that trancends generations.

With every "want book" and "want juice"
and "Wuv you Grammy"
uttered by this blue-eyed lovely
My heart grows out of its cavity

And the future is very clear.