from the kitchen:
she was with him,
my beloved grandson,
and she was
so respectful,
and warm
and fun.
She was always
the woman I married,
but somehow,
I’d never seen
this woman before:
someone who consented
to share my life
and my fortunes,
a woman with a bounty
of lustrous eyelashes,
inviting curvature,
and an oasis smile.
She gives him
her truest,
most unguarded
laughter and joy,
and he is forever changed
one lesson at a time.
I see her expressing
the purest version of love
I’ve ever witnessed,
and the thought comes,
unbidden:
“That’s the woman
I want to make love to.”