As a Grandmother

I just have to share another Skye-written piece with you!  Kind of that obnoxious "look what my kid wrote," but I love it and the fact that my past life as a young mother is being repeated by my daughter in her current, present, now.  I'm young enough and active still to keep up with my grandchildren and I even feel them as my own.  I wonder though, when Emma and Piper and Sasha are mothers, will I see great granchildren as I see my granchildren?  As I saw my children?  I don't feel the advance of time so I'm just going to enjoy seeing and smelling and living it all like a fresh yesterday!

Preschool

By Skye Emery

Six times a week

MondayWednesdayFriday

I make the trip.

Drop off, Pick up.

Back and forth.

Crunching leaves, jacket pulled tight against wind.

Or breezing through in shorts and t-shirts.

Seasons change, trip stays the same.

Back and forth.

Smell of ammonia as I pass

Janitor mopping the floor.

Back and forth.

Children sitting inside on the carpet.

Patiently waiting to be fetched.

Walls stripped bare,

In between seasons.

Construction paper turkeys already sent home

Cotton ball snowmen not yet made.

Sleepy small girls

Holding my hands

Heading for home.

One day closer to

My last trip to preschool.