our smiling faces snapped at exactly the right time
sitting there among our favorite holiday toys
placed in a simple, cheap frame
my grandfather perched in his rocker at our entry
his requisite greeting meets us, a simple, “Hey!”
my grandma, her normal glum self, said little if anything
but we, the willing tweens, persisted on our mission
to present the frame
to our silent grandma seated in her own rocker
her reaction one of unwilling acceptance.
.
our mother, behind us,
watching this exchange with our paternal matriarch
speaks up with, “They wanted you to have this.”
grandma replies simply, “Okay.”
.
conversation drags while grandma holds the new photo
loosely on her lap
.
when she finally stirred to rise from her chair
we knew it was time for our photo to find
its rightful place
displayed among the dozens filled with grandchildren
her choice – a bookcase…
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