Little Chloe tells me her favorite nook
is beneath her upstairs bedroom dormer window.
She wriggles her nose and says.
“I can smell the climbing roses while I am reading.”
After summer chores are finished
I peek in her room to find Chloe
curled up in the pink plaid Bean Bag chair
reading her “Girls Life.”
“Did mom have a hideaway, Granny?”
“Oh yes.” I reply.
“Her sisters played games on the screened porch
but your mom played on a quilt behind the glider
sketching pictures of our pet dog, Ginger.
I still have them.”
We huddle together while I help Chloe
draw a likeness of her fluffy, grey kitten,
clip the drawings together and title them
“Old Ginger and Kristy Kitty – ready for framing.”
I ponder – the old and the young.
Another precious moment clipped together
ready for framing.
Blessed be childhood which brings down something
of heaven into the midst of our rough earthliness.
—Henri Frederic Amiel
© 2011 by Rita Goodgame. All rights reserved.
Photo © Mary May Larmoyeux. All rights reserved.