His Grandma’s in the Kitchen

baking biscuits and I’m
in the back yard
scratching for kindling
arthritis not friendly
each time I bend, pain
reminding me
eighty no longer young,
grandson gone
to town some milk
for tea, nice kid
best of the lot, scary
how quickly he’s
growing.
Soon he’ll not
be visiting since I won’t be
around for a chat, only
bits of wood chips
left behind, a reminder
we sat here a while.

© Richard L. Provencher