Grandma time passes as quickly as a sneeze, and it stands as still as an eyelash on a sleepy pink cheek.
It’s sweet like a New Jersey Mallomar, and tasty like a crisp deli dill.
It’s a soft, smushy matzo ball in a salty bowl of soup.
Grandma time whooshes away and bounces back, away and back, away and back like a playground swing.
It’s a peek and a boo; giraffes at a zoo; a skinna-ma-rinky dinky dink; an I love you.
Grandma time stands wobbly but so very proud. It’s a raspberry kiss and a laugh out loud.
It’s a smile that wiggles from big bright eyes to tiny toes.
It’s board books, and wheels on a bus that go round and round.
Grandma time is patty cake and bakers man.
It’s I can’t wait until I see you again.
