An Ordinary Day with the Grands

A poem

Photo by Taylor Grote on Unsplash

Frigid fall days have turned to milder ones
with sun and flaming trees.
Little One pulls out a package of Mexican jello.
Can I make it?
She helps me stir and pour.
The waiting is hard.

Older One calls from school:
A bag is too heavy to carry home.
I dress, walk to meet her
and together
we split up the load.

I water the plants, in and out.
The inside cat seems to have escaped
to the yard and runs from me.
I call for kids to help.
They search and find Kitty inside.
The imposter has fooled me.

Soup and toast for lunch.
No one seems to want the cheese but me.
Middle One voices his dislike.
These gourmets want things
just right!

I plan a walk to the park by the lake.
We run through rustling leaves
and they run
to have fun
climbing and sliding
on the playground.