Sometimes I see her sitting
in the gravel driveway,
Picking out her favorite rocks,
The ones she finds unique,
playing with baby sister’s bottle,
Crawling around pretending,
making cards for family
coloring napkins in the “sunroom”,
I see her spend hours arranging her dolls,
Making up stories of their lives,
riding her bike in the neighborhood
To find a tree to climb,
I see her reading Nancy Drew
Or Superman comics in her room,
Playing her transistor radio
dancing dancing dancing,
She thinks deeply,
likes spending time alone,
I know her.
She is me.
- cfblack, 11-7-2021
Doctor Grandma 