A Man is Pushing a Stroller
Dressed for an evening out
I step out to check the mail.
What do you have in there? I smile.
He stops at the edge of the sidewalk
proudly turning the stroller for me to see
a toddler content and sleeping.
A great-granddaughter, he says.
A great-granddaughter! I exclaim.
We have several, he says.
The rest are at school.
You live up the street in the house with the big front porch.
I say.
You used to have the big trump sign out in front.
I do not say.
We talk a little more, he goes on his way. I get the mail,
go back inside, continue dressing for my evening out.
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“I do not say”—and there’s the turn, and the poem, in four telling yet highly restrained words. Bravo.
Grandbabies do have a way of uniting people, eh Laverne?
yes, they do unite!
funny how babies get people talking
let his loving heart and not his politics pass on to his great-grandchildren
let his loving heart and not his politics pass on to his great-grandchildren.
Absolutely worth saying twice.
The things we have in common entitle us to the things we do not.
“You used to have” LoL Love it. Oh, the deep temptation to ask about that, but you resisted.
“proudly turning the stroller for me to see”
I can see this “in my mind’s eye.” Proud great grandfather!
Thank you for sharing this!