The more I watch my grands, the more I recognize my inner
child when I myself don’t want to do something:sitting on the couch, red-eyed, eyelashes all starred together, an inch
away from passing out, tears leaking down my face, crying for my stuffed animal
– but really,really, hoping and praying someone
will just swoop me up, lay my head on their shoulder and go put me in my crib where I can be all by myself to drift off to sleep.