I became a person

I was not

When I said,”Yes”

At the altar.

In my twilight years,

In my solitude,

When I was 

No more a green girl

In a world

Of social distancing

And self isolation,

I reverted back

To the undomesticated,

Totally oblivious me.

But years have added

Grains of wisdom

And I am, no more,

Totally clueless.

I have come to relish

Sweet memories

Of love and romance

Of yesteryears

And the filial

And sibling bonds

Crisscrossed

With maternal

And grandmaternal

Cares and doting.

They were the puddle kids –

One, two and three –

Snow melted;

Rain showered;

Ice gripped in patches;

Sleet slathered over potholes.

After the rain and after the melt,

Puddles pitted sidewalks

And snow mounts lay on the side.

The children hopped down in mirth,

Gleefully tempted,

And my poor coat virtually trembled.

On their way, they jumped

Into the puddles, with both feet,

Splashing muddy brown droplets 

On the unwary walkers,

Streaking hems and coats,

Socks, shoes and boots.

Raucous laughter followed the splashes

And delight and mischief 

Equally brightened their faces of innocence.

What grandmother could resist,

But smile, however irate she was,

Ruefully watching the muddy prints

On her hems and coat, socks and shoes.

*Inspired by my grandchildren:Aliyah and  Elijah

(There is one more, but she wants her privacy)