Grandbaby,
Roaming free
Through my Kitchen –
Cupboards, closets
And tidy drawers.
What I have
Is yours to explore.
I forego order
Tidiness, routine
So you can discover
Part of my world.
Friends say I have you
Only for moments
Before Life’s
Progression
Whisks you
From my presence.
Until then, the joy
Of your discoveries
Of things
I already know.
Later
Proud moments
Of your discoveries
Beyond
My knowledge,
Hearth and home.*