Updated: Nov 10
She said, you’re the only
grandfather I know
who climbs trees without being asked.
I blessed her brown skinny limbs
and her brother’s sandy scraped fearless feet
as they followed my slow shod ascent.
While the three of us clung and straddled
the low reaches of that grand old tree
sprawled over sand and stream,
I was mindful of bifocal lenses,
an arthritic right shoulder
and a prosthetic hip, yet my heart
sang with the whispering waves
and the whistle of the sea breeze
in my hearing aids.