Like you were born and it was cause for the world to sing. What’s making you laugh like that? Tell your granddaddy what’s playing in your pretty brown head, my little Melody. Got me wondering what you’re dreaming about. well, I’m not going to lie and say this isn’t the best thing that ever happened to my life because it is. Sitting here holding you at the end of the day-that’s . . . Ginger tea keeps Sabe’s good cooking in my belly. A bath with Epsom salts helps some evenings. Like God went ahead and said, I’ve changed my mind about you, Po’Boy. Feel like the world is trying to pull me down back into it. Here I am closer to fifty than forty, but I feel older than that most days. Old people used to always say, You only as old as you feel. Another place too-deep in my back somewhere, there’s a dull, aching pain. Where’d you go where’d you go? My legs hurt tonight. She used to fall asleep on my lap just like this. When did your arms get so long? Your feet so big? These footie pajamas with reindeer all over them remind me of the ones your mama used to wear. Makes me want to sit here forever breathing in your scalp. Little-girl sweat-almost sour, but then just when I think that’s what it is, it turns, sweetens somehow. “Every moment for all the generations was leading to you here on my lap, your head against your granddaddy’s chest, already four years old.
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