30 mm With Sound

Margaret V.Doran

"I love you, Matthew."
Our conversation could be sub-titles.

"I love you, Grandma,
(giggle, giggle, giggle)
Susie's licking my feet."

"She is?
Why is she doing that?"

"Cause I don't got no clothes on!
(giggle, giggle, giggle)"
That explains why a dog licks his feet.

"I love you, Matthew,"
the next time we talk.

"I love you, too, Grandma. I'm in T-Ball!
I got a bat with a green handle
and a purple whacker."

Caught between giggles and tears,
I ache to be there; to see him.

He grows like an old silent movie
- jerky, inches at a time -
in stop-action frames.

Copyright © 2002 Margaret V. Doran. All rights reserved.

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Updated August 22, 2002
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