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generations hug
comment from Eileen gives author hope
little red-headed boy fighting tears
hobbling grandmother comforts
“Do you know what I like most?”
“Uh-uh,” he sniffles
“Freckles. Isn’t that what they
were teasing you about?”
slow smile in response
“Do you know what I like most?”
“I can’t imagine.”
“Wrinkles.”
to her bedside
he moved quickly with feet
practiced in propelling
his wheelchair
he’d heard his wife’s moaning
growing increasingly agitated
and hurried to her bedside
to comfort and assure her
though she knew him not
--or did she? at that stage
near the end of life, how can
one be sure? if there was a chance
of her knowing his love
he wanted to be there with
gentle words and touch