I remember Grammy sitting 
at the small kitchen table, 
her back to the built-in cabinet
and drawers Grandpa built.
Her glasses on the end of her
nose, she is sipping black coffee 
while playing Solitaire.
Grampa sits across from her.
I see him stir the cream into
his coffee with the end of the
pencil he was using for the 
sketch of some project he’s making.
Even as a small child, I was
watching all the grown-ups,
how they attended to things,
what caught their attention,
how they sat silently together. 
It was their calm presence 
that gave me security,
even when I was just a quiet
observer in their world.

6/9/25
KW