Only see my boys a few times a year.
The boys run wild; laughter fills the house.
My dog sits close staring, tucked by my feet
dodging small feet, flying objects. Absorbed
in the moment no concern for my cherished
tchotchkes on the bookcase. Engrossed in their
joy and spontaneous fun,things lacking in my
day-to-day routines. Mom and Dad upstairs
preparing to go out, not here to hush their boys.
I don’t care. The boys ran out of speed. Joey,
the red headed 8 year old surprised me by climbing
his lanky body onto my lap to cuddle. I feared he
had outgrown this phase.

Memories of this
moment still bring tears.
Little boys create a mix of chaos,
joy, hugs  melting Nana’s heart.