I make no pretense of being a writer This was written for my children and my childrens children

here goes----

Mommy was sitting in a geri-chair. Her white hair was curly, as only the hair of a very old woman can be. When I touched it, it felt like cotton


Daddy said "who is this Willie?" She looked at me, smiled,and said "that is my daughter"

Not satisfied with that , daddy said "which one" I mouthed the word "Midge" behind his back

a smile came across mommys face . She said "why, thats Midgie"

Her eyes the clearest , palest blue I have ever seen had the film of old age on them

I can see those same eyes in my great grand son ,Logan

I took her hand and raised it to my lips. The fingernais were painted pale lavendar . She was wearing the rings she loved . The skin was soft and fragile