Rocket Science it was Not

By Silver Spun Sand
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Easter Sunday lunch; shoulders hunched,
gaze locking gaze – grandson, the proverbial
‘chip off the old block’, quizzes grandpa.
“What exactly are ‘neutrons’? Oh, yes...
and do you believe there’s anything faster
than the speed of light?
And you know that Hadron Collider thingy –
exactly how does it work?” he asks, scraping
every last remnant of cream from his bowl,
as hungry for knowledge as his mum’s apple-pie.
“Well, it’s like this..." his granddad replies,
beaming from ear to ear...A sight I hadn’t seen
for years, not since Parkinson’s took hold.
“And Grandpa, if you’re that smart, what’s
the ultimate answer to the ultimate question?
Douglas Adams says it’s ‘number forty-two’.
Do you agree, or what?”
Profound, as his question was, how much
I wanted to say, 'Rocket science it was not'...gaze
locking gaze. Mirrored in his eyes –
the meaning of life.
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