He was a peddler of wonder

who gave me kites in summer

and concertos, the erring paddle

of canoe bringing us to a bay

where we draw up pike

and have earnest conversations about God.

I named a golden pup Sandy;

Petey let us run errands together alone,

Secretive missions for chocolate chips that grams and I

transformed into cookies.

In lamp light mellow we assemble

mystery jigsaw puzzles and

he confides he has cut down

his sugar intake to one spoon.

They didn’t sat how big a spoon;

He winks through bifocals and coats his wheaties

with a soup spoon of brown sugar.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s