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I haven't been around in a very long time; had to create a new(er) username several years back due to the fact that I forgot my password and whichever email account I was using for "mindful" when I was posting... I am glad to see a lot of you still here, still perfecting, still holding on and honing your craft. Peace to each of you.
the day Josiah got a wristwatch
he’s got a new watch from Parker’s Jewelry Mart, finally learning how to tell time. as soon as we got out of the car, he raced over to our Granny and smothered her with the new find. “Look it, Nana! Look it!” I am in awe of his amazement by something so small, peculiar, and cheap. but, I don’t say a word.
“Well now, lemme see what you got there, J.” J is short for J-o-s-i-a-h. he hates his name though. he squeezes his little frame into the comfort of our Granny’s lap and shoves that silly little watch into her face. “It’s got Tony the Tiger and Tucan Sam and Snap, Crackle, Pop. SSSEEEEE.” he’s part serious, part sickening, yet Granny doesn’t mind.
“Oh, I see it just fine, J. how about you go on inside and get ready for bed, okay?” he skips to a beat no one else can hear, bopping up and down rhythmically, losing his shoes in the process. Granny nudges my arm to gather a reaction. “You all right, child?” “Yes, ma’am. Just tired.” “Well then, you head on in too. It’s getting late.”
I obey this simple request, removing my shoes at he door. But, I look back at Granny and notice that she’s admiring a watch of her own. She whispers, “It doesn’t take much with those two, Clyde. Doesn’t take much at all.”
©Tremaine L. Loadholt 19May15 http://meetmsmindful.wordpress.com http://www.lulu.com/content/132318
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