Didus’ (grandpa)

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With joy: “Mara, she’s walking!”  you called, in your own tongue.

I expect I understood as I took my first few fuzzy steps

before I fell on my rear!

Mom arrived in that narrow front room,

head covered in a patterned scarf,

drying her hands on a damp towel, too late.

She and grandpa confirmed then, I’m sure,

this moment – this only moment –

as I gazed at them, through baby-big eyes:

love flowed, in that narrow front room, and joy.

Mary Elyn Bahlert, 2/06/2017