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Poetry

02/08/2017

Photo by Maureen Weber

 

Grandkid Therapy

After the morning rain
I drive out to the farm
for my weekly grandkid fix.
Golden waxy lady slippers
huddle in bunches in the ditch,
mallards shoot into the sky
from sparkling sloughs
and a pair of majestic geese
lead their brood across the road.

At the house
we bake mounds of cookies,
play a game of Life
and laugh —
the kind of therapy
money cannot buy.

By Marilyn Paul