“Where’d It Go?”
By Meredith L. Teuber
Tiny peach padded fingers
loosely holding on
to a frosted glass owl.
A knick knack for the dusty shelf.
Tiny fingers wiping away the dust
years of sitting on a wooden shelf
Dangling and dropping
the “lost thing”
from one small hand to another.
A pause
“where’d it go?”
a glowing squeal erupts from the small girl.
the clever owl
wrapped in the tiny fingers
protrudes under the thumb and pinky.
“Hmm could it be that one?”
replies a tender man
whose love of life overflows
from the center of his belly.
A hand worn,
rough with tiny wrinkles.
An ornament
imbedded into graying skin.
A giggle.
“ah Grandpa”
in a sing song voice
He shifts his weight on the floor
back creaking
sitting a little smaller.
A smile escapes his eyes
gently grasping hugging tiny fingers.
The glass owl
now worn and smooth
whispering a grandfather’s lullaby.
A soft chuckle
a girlish giggle
“where’d it go?”
in a sing song voice
tiny fingers clasping
Warm hands grasping
fragile
falls
gently
A swoop of a grandfather’s hand
a palm clasped behind the back
“Where’d it go?”
A gentle grandfather’s lullaby.
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